When the ink dries, we'll have another bastard's peace.

Friday, October 14, 2005

you say it's a truce...

here i am drowning in nothingness
look into your eyes but i can see that you're bluffing this
asking for a breather, pleading for respite
hoping you'll be gentle but i see that you're rough at this

you say it's a truce
but i know it's just a ceasefire
you say it's the truth
but i know you've always been a liar

odd how the best things are also the worst
odd how the one that remains was also one of the first
odd how your smile cuts me up inside
i'm bleeding, yes, but not to satisfy your thirst

you say it's a truce
but i know it's just a ceasefire
you say it's the truth
but i know you've always been a liar

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