28 August 2012
Secret lies and steady pace, The whole existence fell in place, A jigsaw fit, a game of snap, A constant corner of the trap.
A match 100, perfect pair, In toxic trust, a single snare, Found every purity in there, Walked straight into the Dragon's lair.
Flushed green with envy, red with hate, A single latch loose on the gate, Suggestive secrets, hide your eyes, As full blown sparks shoot out from lies.
A single strike, the match tip lit, A scarlet crack and that was it, A full blown blaze of wildfire, From the lust of laced desire.
Hit it, full on, with white ice, Karmatic force, a comeback thrice, Of course, a single melt of lust, Turned Cloud 9 into Toxic Trust.
Toxic Trust • Opuss № I