Post by jabble524 on Apr 9, 2011 23:53:14 GMT -5
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Honesty is a disgusting creature, that we decorate with lies
Desires become more destructive, when they’re locked up inside
We believed that fidelity was necessary, until we looked into strange eyes
But we ignored the jealous undertow, and the changing of the tides
Their lips on your skin
My hands on strange flesh
Suspicion slithered into our minds
Poisoned our trust, and caused us to question things
That we thought were set in stone
(ful)
A carriage of regret
Transports young lovers
With accursed hearts
Down a long winding road
Paved with pure intentions
Bound tightly, side by side
The foul stench of the horses’ breath
Slithers into their noses, and breeds nausea
The driver’s eyes, glowing with pleasure
Derived from their fear
The temperature gradually rises
As the horses race furiously down the road
In the distance hell’s gates are flung open
Spewing out bright orange flames
And thick black smoke
The bloodcurdling screams of lost souls
Form a sadistic symphony of torment
Devils brim with eager anticipation
Waiting to devour the devoted
The temperature is sweltering
As the carriage nears the threshold
The time to contrive an escape has passed
So they kiss passionately
No longer afraid