Truthful one by the mound

I won’t let you

I was innocent but my halo was bent

Danguol�- Rasalait�- dangles from the bridge

Under which we live and the cool kids

Hang in the station making bets harder than chocolate

And the sins of the father lay irredeemable

False promises at the door where the angel cloaked in white could only scream

Little white lies in little white halls where the little white beds are held for the ones who only wish to be redeemed

They go home passing the same old graffiti on the ugly bricks of monotonous suffering

Repeat to yourself:

“This is not a dream.”