“will justice ever come?” she said
“I think not, my dear;
for truth and lies be your demise
and liars be your fear.”
forevereyes stare back at mine
and gleam a rainy gold
the end of days at edges frays
as somehow, we grow old.
“will justice ever come?” she said
“I think not, my dear;
for truth and lies be your demise
and liars be your fear.”
forevereyes stare back at mine
and gleam a rainy gold
the end of days at edges frays
as somehow, we grow old.