Lies stacked upon each other,
A disgraceful factory.
Hurt being passed around,
A disease that spreads so easily.
Lust that finally awakens,
A sinful need.
We’ve created our own kingdom,
We’ve buried our own graves.
There is no turning back,
No back button to press.
A stinging feeling,
As the reality seems more unpleasant.
The salvation looked for won’t be found,
There is no happy end.
The only salvation I see is the one,
With the gun against your temple.
I was going to just write what this was about but I'm curious as to what you guys think it's about.
very nice extremely well written
I see here the story of someone who lived in lies believing it was the right thing to go. Until he/she realized it was only causing hurt and put a bullet in the brain.