June 10, 2012 - 7:26pm — Rutilus
rated m for...weirdness. I don't know.
sometimes we're not sure if we are lost or just defective
often I can't balance between jealous and protective
half the time we hide between a joker's smile, perverted
all the time we take the little children from the light
mostly I look down on all the pretty lying faces
never did I see a smile not hideous at night
in the end the sinners flee and don't leave any traces
no-one will admit to being anything but right
alleyways hide urchins and the scumbags of the city
gutter-dwellers and evening fellas are looked upon with pity
I didn't quite ask for what you gave to me, you know
and I didn't tell you what to do or where to go
I see broken people every minute of my life
I know where the pious live and where the sinners hide
God will never care if we remain or if we die
Satan's got a party down in Hell
Satan had it spot-on all along
Why'd you wanna go to Heaven, anyway?
I rather like this. I normaly
I normaly don't read much poetry but I happened to glance at new stuff today, saw this, read it, and loved it.
jkfsida lovelovelove ;;
adfs hi Kit C8 I write a lot
asdf thanks Holograph ;A; -snugs-