A Big Tissue of Lies

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A Big Tissue of lies​

Cold November mornings.
Spent digesting Alcohol and Cigarette sweat.
Pondering the smoke rising to a frost ridden...metal ceiling.
A man – undone and broken by evil doings.
Oh, the many faux pas ridden man.
Diese Sommer gebrannt ihrer Herz.

Now winter, is his only true love – with everything that is night.
He will work and love his butt off to the bone.
And He’ll sell you a paper, for a dollar – Just to get drunk and eat.
No matter what his regrets.
Many favours can be bought from him – just for a comfortable place to sleep.
Diese Sommer gebrannt ihrer Herz.

Through the haze of his last drink.
He’ll take you to a place, where people live moonlit lives.
In moonlit nights. Smoking on moonlit knives, with no room to dance.
In the residence of unterweld Mensch.
He meant you no harm, but himself.
Three times the hug of death.
Yet he did not love that bitch clothed in a beauty of horror no one else could see.
A razor is a given where it all falls away.

Somewhere in his cold.
There is a pocket, a piece of linen and a placed watch.
Holding a heart of romance where you can find him.

As long as you are not there, he will wait for the summer that no longer burns his heart.
A razor is a given where it all falls away.