We Are the Sulphur King's

what we leave on the table

              forgotten

        in passing and nonchalance

it's f*****g tragic

    do you know that?

          dear,

the things that hold us back

        what keeps us unsure

stupid and ugly

  (come closer to me)

        it is nothing

(empty and nothing)

     dear,

derived

disengenous

we son's of b*****s

and daughters of unclean echoes

from better time's

similar to the last one's

just like the next one's

in different clothes

live the same things

       

         (there never was no difference)

This all is starlight

     we all are starlight

Every single thing is tragic

  Eventually

         could you kill over that?

            (i will see you in hell)

     with every last f*****g one of us

eventually 

     there never is a difference

(baby doll)

Author's Note

Reviews

[Not here]

Loved it. You seem to have a very thoughtful use of curse words, or maybe I'm just imagining it. Either way, it works

[Davidgeo]

Cursing can be more than it is usually portrayed to be.