We're drowning in controversy,
Full of lenses of people who nauseate us.
We used to hide tragically,
In your auto, that was so fast.

I'll reveal to you my hiding spots,
We're like children running so free.
Hiding behind the big old rocks
That existed for ages without gaiety.

We're full of mysteries,
Like the Lady in Nazareth.
But we're so dull like an ancient fang,
That is used to spear someone's chest.

This is my hiding spot,
Isolated in the cave of vices.
I feel so tainted by your kiss that rots,
That puts a dagger in me, so lifeless.

© Joel Gigante