Sunday, February 28, 2010


Disaster is the name of the game

Pulling away from neverending pain

Hungry like the wolf

It can't help but engulf us in flames

Lies tend to hold an inch of truth

Even though they're not reliable proof

They tell us of the ones

Who lie, we pick them out like sleuths

A smile is a mask, is it not?

Because we all know behind it

Is a lot

Fear is arising

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