WORDS ARE FALLING FROM THE SKY
Words are falling from the sky.
They scrabble up and spell a lie.
You told me things would turn out fine.
But you've never been a friend of mine.
The lies you told where made of sand.
They wither away, like dust in my hand.
You walk on clouds, they wither too.
You will fall, I'll make sure that you do.
I need a word, spell out the true.
And I will spell out a word for you.
This word will lead your way to death.
Revenge will kill your heart and breath.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-11-12 at 02:43
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