mood*wolfsheep

When friends become food
and something to steal
Nothing is real
Nothing is real

Desperate
dependent
on hearts to break
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

Trading lies for love
and love
for survival
Pass it on
Pass it on

Child-turned-vulture
Doe-eyed predator
Innocence gone
Gone, gone

Compulsions first
Empathy under
Nothing left
Nothing left

Lonelystrange,
and lazy at best
theft, theft, theft

mood*wolfsheep

10 Jun 09