• jkoile 68w

    Expose

    A shoe box couldn't fit all the lies
    In my head. A parking lot'll do, and a car's headlights would suffice, because am zooming in on this world's sin, a little taste of the devil's pie in my head
    No stop signs or a trace of a stranger near by.And every thought hangs in the air like laundry and I'm looking in the parking lot named nowhere but death and destruction live here

    And that's when I see, it's nothin but lies here

    ©jkoile