the wax museum

[tainted_soul]

we all grow dead and cold

while fake houses house fake faces

and paranoia still creeps

over a child playing in the naked street

with the ease of uncertainty

staring transfixed

as cement trucks scratch the sidewalks

 

blood drips from the finger tips

[EmptySoul]

hey. i like this part:

while fake houses house fake faces

 

EmptySoul