the one we read,
isn't this,
because it's too honest,
and without bliss,
those who change,
left to starve,
what's so strange,
they can't smell the sea,
they can't taste the rain,
you tasted me,
but then it's dead,
of course I'm dead,
what was the killer,
you?
i wasn't just the filler.
but you'll fill my grave.
with your lies, too lost to save.
