Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Fallacio(us)


Just don’t give me any false alarm
And I won’t panic
I won’t run to you to save me
Nor will I scream your name to see me.

Don’t give me set of expectations
And I would be fine on my own
I would be sitting down
Calm, in this side of comfort

But you’ve give it all away
Dropping incendiary bombs on me
steamy and explosive
you’ve consumed me
On that night
Behind those chained curtains
Of the darkened room
All drenched with fluids

Still, you’ve manage to charred me to the bones
No saving moans
Sweet, sweet jesus
We held hands and we managed
To go to hell and chant
Things of tomorrows

You blurted out pebbles of gold
That turns out to be ashes

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