c'mon play;

This organ thumps with every touch,

Forcing life through my veins,

Crack open this skull and liberate thinking,

Just like an amnesiac's memory,

Make me remember nothing,

Break my ribs and eradicate expiration,

I will breathe once covered in dirt,

You have the last of me in your hands,

Release, finish, decease,

I want you to bury this heart.

How many wrongs make a right?
I've learned to listen through the silence. What's left unspoken is what needs to be heard. Often, what's left unsaid, is the most dangerous of all. There is no innocence, just reticence. Love has two equal parts, as a prey, there is no excuse. No one fancies being used, and one day it's gonna get back to you. Predicability is your flaw. This is merely a masquerade and two can play this game.