Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma as I smile and laugh and dance and sing your glory while you lie, cheat, and steal. How can I tolerate you? Our guilt, our blame, I've been far too sympathetic. Our blood, our fault. I am not innocent. You are not innocent. No one is innocent. I will no longer tolerate you. Even if I must go down beside you
(
Read more... )
Comments 1
Reply
Leave a comment