Sunday, January 29, 2012

Hyeenas

They'll all try to battle you, without a real cause
They'll all try to rattle you, try getting applause.

They are slaves of the crowd,
They are lost in the shrowd,

They're feathers are bleak
They lose as we speak

They fade away,
No left to say.

All but a silent goodbye.

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