One Who Equals Zero To one who amounts to nothing,A sad story you are,A sad story you will always beupon your own choiceI feel thy disposition,But in no position, to be your comfort toy,to stay idly, and make you fall, into a false sense of blissful ignoranceDon't make me pity the fool,I gave what I could, where is the return?Where's your map, where's your imagination?Hidden behind smoke and swill, is it not?I feel souls, too well,flesh against flesh, souls bonding, no more from me, it sickens mine, down to a stench,my love is free, but nigh for you, your lust is a poisonnot on my time, not on my conscience,never to be so low ag
Sta.sh
