De Rosa Father's Eyes
It's just a lie.
I'm breaking words.
You never talk of these.
I'm sick of words.
Intaking what I like.
I climb the walls at night.
I never leave when I ought to leave.
That's such a lie.
I took my leave when I wanted these, my father's eyes.
Two took my name.
Then I play myself another time.
I never leave when I ought to leave. You know how much a
lie can cover these.
With broken books and leaves.
I'll take my father's eyes.
Ch Change. The change. The Chains.
