Quote:
Your movements are false alarms
Projecting hopeless hidden charms
While I stand out in the rain
Making puddles in my palms
Now her favourites are in the wall
And her conscience is on the floor
They'll shut their blinking mouths
If she can get one more
Wolves
Your stairs make chalkboard cliffs
No sound escapes her lips
The King can howl for years
But she has grown too stiff
These green stripes make me sick
Colour blinded hypocrite
You guessed my best efforts
Could never make it stick
Wolves
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I don;t like much of this poem/song.
the bolded part(s) I like
the underlined I think is completely stupid.
I think its just a million random thoughts about different things put together.. well it comes off that way. If you really want to fix it and are looking for ways then I will try to help. Also the poem/song lacks flow.. it just kind hits a few rocks before coming to the end of the road.