Come in, don’t lie
Sweet sense of fear
Found in the
Glaring words
Come in, don’t lie
Please spend my time
I led you
Keenly
Come in, don’t lie
Sweet send or
Keenly owe this
Laid bare time
Come in, don’t lie
Sweet say don’t care,
You’ll be my
Sweating blood
Glare reflects
The skyscreaper
Street lamp upon. alare.
You’re tortoise
Or between the hare
And the hedgehog
