We Still Believe
by Folly· from Resist Convenience
We still believe in you old friend.
Indiferent helping hands.
Venom's injected by rejects.
"A Lie makes its way half-way around the world before the truth can get its pants on."
These lies you speak of are nudists, your honor. My pants were never on fire.
I'm of changed folk, I've learned every lesson. Have patience, patient.
Irresistably chronice, franatically fixated.
An addict of tightropes expanding from here to sooner or later.
Sturn out on every blind uncertainty, self-expectations.
To exist is but another quick fix away from dissension.
Expect nothing else from me ever again,
I've made my bed, it's where I'll Lie.
Write it down on the walls.
Forge the ivory, plot the whites, entainer.
Genuis perched matching keys.
Prospect, Observantly.