Reliance and misery

[Sickminded]

Your existance upon anothers is pathetic
prophetic are those who allie with none
false cults empty your dwelling
multitude of weeping melodies make my streets divine
brush of red leaves the canvas riddled with glass lights
gilded aristocrats hold hands of the dirty
days in this decade turned turmoil
hollow words fill 2 sides.......
dont fill me, take mine.....

for mine is nothing....to you..

sickness..