do i sense a hint of sarcasm?
do i sense a pinch of hate?
can i taste your selfish ambition?
when the love is gone can you see my face?
watching alone as i fall from the inside
giving a home to all the hate that burns in your eyes
would i be out of line if i asked this question?
in your sick twisted world am i the only one who dies?
the pain is overwhelming as the shit hits the fan
the brain is screaming at me not to start again
love is waiting onthe otherside of where i can't find i broken and bleeding screaming and shouting watching as the sun breaks the moon
do i feel that all attention is drawn toward me as i enter the room?
can i prove that you truly hate me?
yes, but not too soon
do i sense a little oregano hiding in your weed?
do i see the simple plans burning up the seeds?
the seeds you planted have just begun to sprout
and if you have your way i'll have nothing left but doubt
sounds like someone was boiling a saucy disaster made out of the putrid feelings of the one they hate poured over a time sandwich with a little oregano-laced marijuana
you ask alot of questions and some of them are to more than the adressee but to your audiance and that kind of trandescenion id rare ( i think i just made up a word) good write
Submission Name: seeds
