In The

You said you were bleeding
You said you were hurt
Now I understand
These twists in your strings

Fallen down is no game
but games of lust construe

too many tongues

that's why we are confused

in the aftermath of us dressing

in the light of pretenses

you exchange a connotation

i decode it as honesty

fled from the cosmopolitan stars

fled from life as used cosmic spirited fakes

you tried tieing shoelaces of your own

to joke; to trip before you leap

now in the end of beginning to end

you leap around a lie

no truth for your spoon

you fork down malicious well

if I saw you bleeding

then I guess...I'll keep it to myself...