in my world
©
2012
by
mica
d'orléans
grim
nemesis
tainted
urges
contradicting
life
in my world
you can
say it's
bloody hell
here, if
you see thirty
everybody
knows
its too
late
girls are
shells
boys,
broken bottles
in love
with the tinkle
sound they
make
lots of
priceless items
to be found
here, in my world
where all
is for sale, where
genuine
holds not one candle
to it's
counterpart
a battle
worned ground
burnt to a
crisp
sleep, eat,
drink, shit, make love
a gun
holstered to my back
the time it
takes to strike a match
becomes
fatal like the flag you wave
in my world
