The icy cold breaks the moral
The icy cold slows it down
Monsters of ignorance and paper
They can’t fear the cold night, oblivious.
The air stands still
The doors cackle and cry
The hate and deception flows
Hypocrite’s laughs and smiles
The fur yawns, it dreams
The smoke travels, a poor, cheap replacement for thoughts
The sex is the only player, the only way to go
They can’t fear the cold night, oblivious.
The rage and caution reign supreme
Clouds of wishes and desires, hope wanders
For the wicked there’s no rest
For the broken minds there’s only pleasure.
Void, depleted, near the choking point
The keys are the only redeemer
Thus the happiness desires a break
Freedom are the thoughts, yet not the emotions.
Prisoners, hostages of the past mistakes
A small group, innocence remains
For the honor codes there’s no retreat
All must pay the price of the real life, even the innocent.
No know date of writing, no name too. Lost in time all those details gone.
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