SHEEP PAINTED BLACK
Hating just to hate.
Hiding just to hide.
Now I don't feel right.
A poisonous snake...
But the venom is dry.
Sometimes I feel so fake.
Perception...
Lose sight of fate
False impression
Left desolate
A fear of cliches
A fear of their ways
Is it justified?
This avoidance of
Every prosaism
Fighting just to fight
Sometimes I feel like
Just another sheep
Painted black over white
Sometimes I feel so cheap.
Need for
Separation
It suffocates
False impression
Leaves me desolate
A fear of cliches.
A fear of their way.
Is it justfied?
This avoidance of...
Every prosaism.
Last edited by Sljslj; 08-11-2016 at 03:26 PM.
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