118. Prowl

You dare to use a needle
But where can I give
The place to find the evil
You gain what I can't yet see.
And we care to fall at the first
And hold what we have dear
But all is recurrent in recurrent hurt
We stave away for another day.

But the life
That we suck
Is in the mainstay
Of Society.
The way
We prowl
Is the hypocrisy
Of freedom

Dancing with the devil
Knows no bounds.
We shall withstand and give in
Whilst we run from the hounds.
The life we lead
Is so insincere
Yet the path followed
Was that of days of yore.
We shall be swallowed.

The length of time it takes
To be myself
Lies in my own wake.
To be held on a shelf.
I'm not one to hold the nearest
But believe in me
I can be your dearest
Time to say.

That the life
That we suck
Is in the mainstay
Of Society.
The way
We prowl
Is the hypocrisy
Of freedom

Stathe thee claim
Know thy name
Put to shame
Your name in vein
We all record
Lost hypocrisies
The name , abhorred
Litany.