Monday, April 22, 2013

Blend Mother, Blend

Get out of the shadows
... Lurk out of the grass
Fuck all of you who came to overshadow
Lack luster at best, and at last

Thus, ride around town
Placing your nose up in the air
And so, eradicate the frightening frown
I wish you came to act as simply as if you care

Torture my soul here and again
I know I will love you, here until the end
So just embrace you, and let me be your friend
Let's just make it, and merely blend

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