I have observed the world around me And have come to believe that love Is really mothing more than an illusion Just a drug we take when we want to forget that the world is such a fucked up place, that the
Author: DanteNemoVile
The Priest
The priest is pained Every inch of his small, shrunken frame Cries out For release
Telephone
The telephone ringing As we drown And voices that carry The haunting sound