undercover

Smoking a cigarette,
walking through a selfish crowd,
You know they don't see you,
Or care if they need you,
remain on the call just to catch some ones fall,
And or obvious eyes are hidden behind those suspishous shades,
Trapped and obligated to continue,
This job you drove your self too,
Unholy crimes and bloody knives,
Stashed in hell untill you sell,
Your soul to heaven forever,
Every pray you wispher,
Your heart shivers,
Another day you wake,
Another life you save,
You drink to gods lovely revenge,
And return to the shaddow of death,
Untill your wings fully develope,

by bloodypaintedart
posted on 06/04/2008