They’re on the papers

They come back to haunt me
A little liar
That sold their story

Contemplates
Eye for an eye
So wrong

Caught the liar in a blink of an eye

They come here alone

Like coloured insects
Lacking tolerance
Collecting honey
Tthen marching on and on

Stomach so tight
Waken eyes
On the blurry side
With waken eyes
Waken eyes