In Facile
Ceremony
this promise you made
is hollow is cold
(I am the liar, civilian boy)
leaving a trail of soft ridicule
(I am the liar, civilian boy)
I sleep with women
I don't deserve
wretched
unstable
vulnerable
figments I become are unrelenting
void in compassion
premonitory:
my satisfaction
is selfish reward
loving another is more difficult
stealing and cheating and being a mess
child in nature:
so trapped
