| First of all, I'm not judging anyone. I observe people. I write what I see. It's not a judgement it's an observation. These observations were made with close friends of mine. So I've gotten an inside view on everything in this poem. Secondly, those of you that say "How could you write about such horrible things?" and "You should be ashamed of yourself", wake up! This is part of life. It's not all sunshine and roses. There's life and death. There's a light side and a dark side. If you ignore everything that's bad then you're just fooling yourself. So don't rip me apart just because you want to pretend the world is a peach with no worms in it. 'Murderous Lies' was written during a very turbulent time in mine, and other's lives. Other than that, I won't give any details. |
| Words spilt from damaged lips Set things in motion for the end Life caught in fate's grip Once it's said it cannot mend A junkie caught in a deadly trip Convinced it would not be him He'll only need one last dip Then slowly the lights dim A love everlasting Torn apart by false words The pain takes forever in it's passing Nothing left but broken wings of lovebirds A mother and her son Promises he'll be back when Son runs away with the gun Mother watches him fall in the end A young girl caught in desperation Her family needs money to survive She's willing to work in persperation Risking her body and their lives Junkie lost in a slow flood Hearts torn to shreds Kin laying in his own blood A girl slowly being eaten away by a disease she dreads All this misery caused by hate Victims praying and pleading out cries In the end it's what happens to fate When you deal with murderous lies |
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