"Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains." - Rousseau

tangled mind, filled with all your crimes,
past due, your rent is forfeit just like you,
i hear your words, i translate..
I'm late, means I forgot,
I didnt, means your irrelevant to me,
clean slate you ask pleadingly,
listening to your words so sweet,
almost making me believe they are not coated in deciet,
to late I know better,
I did see though your shadow,
your eyes i did not need to see,
for you to reveal to me,
your true color, a shade of grey
cold and concrete, here you can lay,
your head down, dirty place you can be found,
a smile treads across my lips,
venom seeping out the side,
much to your demise,
i laugh and walk away,
in this hell you can stay.