Three Spaces - 40 Grit

Terror take a look inside the

eyes of a lie.

You’re open wide.

I accept the abuse,

I try to excuse.

Broken up inside.

I hide

Like to cling to my mouth —

no surprise

I kill myself end the

reasons why.

I can’t let it be

I can possibly.

I seek un-knowing.

I killed my lover,

I killed myself.

I fell apart in the common wealth.

I killed my lover, I killed myself.

Fade me out.

Back three spaces.

Try and fake honesty.

Slim possibility.

Try and run, you can’t hide.

My evil’s lurking up inside.

Inside.

Fire — weak and tried.

And it moves inside.

You fear me, look out there.

Nowhere.

I loathe to be the decision.

Honesty — turn to what I feel as I burn.

Silence cannot clear the air.

Decison is over — turn

Into what I feel as I burn.

This silence can’t clear the air.

This smoke is everywhere.