Gas Masks and Ballgowns
Gas masks and ballgowns
Cigarette a smoking gun
what is it that we've become?
Dance the twisted dance of life
Frock a swirling puddle
Retina bleeds
colors that the eye cant see
is this whats become of me?
Desolate and dirty
Wrap it up
Not cellophane
Don't want to ruin the view
They pay alot to hear the lies.
Cigarette a smoking gun
what is it that we've become?
Dance the twisted dance of life
Frock a swirling puddle
Retina bleeds
colors that the eye cant see
is this whats become of me?
Desolate and dirty
Wrap it up
Not cellophane
Don't want to ruin the view
They pay alot to hear the lies.
1 Comments:
Well personally I like your poetry. As I say to everyone...this poem is perfect to be written by you. Wonderful Sasja...wonderful.
Glenn...the freaking sexy bald warlock
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