no turning back when awe takes hold of you
The call tomorrow with news a bird has got your cat
the chance that one in your network will betray you, yes Judas lives
fresh as snow angels
Fake it til you make it, unless you’re already there, in which case feel free to share! It is a
‘Til his arrow falls pierces painless, silencing a heart.
so i raced straight into the lights,
but first you must wipe yourself clean and extract your sanity from the daycare of snakes, lost in their coils chasing their tails. Surely you know how this ends?
But it would not last, this trip down the yellow brick road of bright shiny objects.
Their silence, a red carpet on which the powerful are free to flaunt their abuse to their world.