Little Pony

Thoughts of grey

To the edges of the head

Flowing waves

Carelessly here, to be fed.

Upon the words, we've been counting

Truth we spilled here

The smokes are out onto our way

And there shall be a rain of disgracing

The flesh starts decaying.

One thing I've been thinking

Am I the only one betrayed by you

The voice of your innocence, can't be true.

Church is silent

With the misery of my life

Lost in my crime

It's simple, as that of a hymn.