Parasites feeding Off the meager talented souls A bottom feeder Living life off the success Of others, only taking -Kel Dayheart
Behind Closed Doors
We are a united front When in front Of a crowd But in private It seems That all, we can do Is fight And play a riveting game Of blame -Kel Dayheart
Near Sighted
With blurred vision I'm as blind as a bat Hopelessly trying To find my way Home in the darkness -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #60
Alice knows the game but nothing at all can make her play.
Bittersweet Darling
Devilish grin With a drawing voice To match Eyes sharp And ready To banter Angelic face With a sharp tongue Sounds like honey -Kel Dayheart
False Calm
She seemed as docile As a doll Impassive and unimpressed But one word Can bristle her up And having her fighting As fiercely as any tiger -Kel Dayheart
Can You Hear Me?
Little blue bird Chirps its song To all that will Listen for a moment -Kel Dayheart
Public Face
He was suave And debonair In his appearance only But he was A rogue at heart -Kel Dayheart
Future Investments
Work for something- Some goal to accomplish Or you invest in nothing And there will be No proof of your integrity -Kel Dayheart
Despairing Generation
An era of despair That errors on a thread of caution Seeking fortunes lost to time By misfortune luck The script is desolate And reeks of bad grammar Woe is those that understand That this is the age of despair _Kel Dayheart
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