withered to pieces,
time to grow old
bored with your sense of hierarchy,
taunted by your loss of life
wonder and amaze cause for effect of loneliness, (doesn't it?)
whisper another lie, into an ear of a "friend"
a friend who you believe
tells you truths
who tells me truths
years surpassing those you believe in
try and form continuing praise over repetition
originality is hard for you it seems,
life seems helpless to him
a comforting ear, she lends
waiting her turn to express her same feelings.
she never lies
see me seeing through you.
everyone sees through you.
and when i listen to you, the leaves blow
repetition, repetition, repetition
striving soon becomes starvation
I take comfort in the fact, that you know nothing about me.
