You don’t know
I sing these songs,
About you,
You don’t know the Pseudonyms,
I assume
You don’t know the Pseudonyms,
I assume,
For you.
Are you happier now?
That the Gods are dying.
Or do you dream of
Heston whit omniscient beard?
You should be happier now,
with no one to pray to.
Or would you love to break your knees from begging and praying?
Bite Hard.
It’s a broken smile,
That’s breaking their hearts and (more…)

