Friday, September 28, 2012

Bouts-Rimes

It's not like I mean to grovel
But dont label me a freak
My secrets are kept in a hovel
From where a window lays I peek
 
The skies lay grim
The cloud tips suffocate
The darkness holds chagrin
No chance deviate
 
My life is like a cataract
I don't live in a Disney castle
I like to over react
And cause a hastle
 
I lay occult
Locked, inside a vault

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