We shake in fear of the unknown
what's inside of that throat of yours
they bow to our critics and push the button
our foul shadows gush out
and sucked into the hearing sink
it makes them taller and eager
they spit it like it's their own
they puke it yet their's stinks more
The blurry sight for wanting a greater height
what makes us dizzy
treat it then
to circumvent this feeling
in secrecy shoot them down
Sunday, May 25, 2008
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