borrowed dreams of some imagined future. all wrapped up inside this borrowed dream. Razorblade rainbows to cut by the time, Candied needles to pierce fallacious eyes, Precious pins to push in through the skin, Neon black hearts in dreams of the sins.
A soul ground into pixie dust, Broken bonds of liar's trusts. Infectious cavities of decaying crust. The skin is rotted, and joints rust.
Pray for innocence, pray for youth. Pave in roses, the path you choose. Else litter with men smiling in a noose. But whatever you do, just don't lose.
The path you choose is up to you, It's up to you whether you win or lose ...
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bloodpoetic) wrote,
bouncy
