All but the child's sucking was silent...
Not a word came from my mouth- All it took was a look
...And if looks could kill, they did...
Your emotions, your soul...
Tricked into buying into this soapoperabadactingexistance-What bliss do these actions hold but a damning drama, a jealousy love that doesn't live...
Until it's evocation with a ring,
Trembling for a breif phone call to end it all.
A breif existance.
We shouldn't play it this way...
And all but the child's fucking was silent...
