Friday, July 20, 2018

Silent Chaos

Lately
Our love's been a cemetery
Silence has found solace under your tongue
You eye me with those lens of mistrust
With thoughts so voiceless but whispers
Thoughts fuelled by what Mama Atis said
From far off
I can see an armoured warrior
Bullets be words,shields be accusations
Her arsenal - a heresy poisoned heart
Pour on me,pour on innocence
All the acid Mama Atis filled you
Her words
Every then I invite a cute one
My music system screams at the ceilings
I trade atmospheric peace with pleasured moans
Sooner... A smile on a knackered being
She came for war and left with joy
Lies Mama Atis feed you.

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