Monday, July 5, 2010

Just like everyday of forever
She watched him walk, just walk, just walk
Infatuated by an apathy
Or patience of mock, of mock, of mock

Words that never satisfied
Her reasons to fall, to fall, to fall
But that glimpse of a single linger
Forced her to crawl, to crawl, to crawl

A sickening type of desire and lust
Blood so sweet, blood of rust
Always a chase, a race of rage
Both too stubborn to exit the cage

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