DUMP

Burning inside me your pieces are smoked,
Thoughts of togetherness now corrode.
Give me a piece of these ashes,
I’ll take it away to blow.

Reasons beyond your wishful thinking,
Leave your deeds somewhere stinking.
Hold my hand again you may,
But it won’t relieve your painful suffering.

Laugh at yourself, you are a slave
A slave of distrust and broken faith
Your masters beat you to dismay;
And you surrender to their whims everyday.

But I ain’t a slave, I aint a fool
Ain’t gonna be an object of play
Not in love, not in disgust;
Not gonna let you have your way.

Slash these lies into pieces so many
Make your doubts further uncanny
Smell the deceit,
kill your fantasy
I am gonna be the author of your morbid story.