Sustain The Untruth

Your deformed self

The Inside Mind

The deformed red beauty

It can still be filled

Yes, it can still

The gentle voice that I arrived at, lead the way as I wandered

Burning with the decaing trees in the parade

The right and the left still remain

Love it without caring about how it looks

Is it love in the right hand?

What's in the left hand?

I am PRETTY

Image

The sunset waits

My locked-up heart sways back and forth

Tomorrow, I am still

In the time of agitation is faint hope

Your dirty lies