Honest, a little quirky, classy, a man of integrity, unafraid to get his hands dirty.
Asked by Anonymous
Across the floor in the hand of where we drove the drill
A cautious ear to the mouth of your confession
Think of all the things we put him through
In the face of his god would he tell the truth?
Still recorded were the words that dribbled out his kiss
When eyes go blind in this man of what could once become
Sever the limbs off his torso in sleep
And burn what remains so the world may now see
We wait for your answer…
With a love, there’s no other…
My hand writing sucks but here you go.
That’s right, so if you are miserable and need space, death is your only escape… Or you can tow them along and avoid them for days at a time. Running your secret empire, or perhaps the real empire behind their backs just so you won’t break their hearts. Seems sound to me…