This Land of Mine

In this land of mine
The hyenas do not laugh
The swans do not sing

In this land of mine
My folks do not smile
Don’t seem to mind a thing

In this land of mine
The roaches are big
The hearts are small

In this land of mine
The glasses are always full
Their feelings, so empty

In this land of mine
The stars do not align
Their words, asinine

In this land of mine
Good people go away

While their tender shadows
Don’t have a place to stay

In this cursed, wicked land
Many memories are missed
I live lives that are not mine
I kill people that don’t exist

Jun 16, 2020 – 03:47 AM

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