Sweet talk ends

No more sweet talk

You read of me on the eye
No wild propaganda mess was I

... You got touched on the downward stroke of sharp verse the force
and ofcourse the harp adjectives
In your ears at night time
lulla-by me

Saw me, you thought sunlover what skin is that
that you intend to surround a sound heart

See me now but don´t sweet talk me
Or give me hope after I learned to cope, for still I readily
praise the world from kind angles
In unison with joyous angels.

Cleaning my ears of your sweet talk
Unlearning your slogans
Cleaning off the chalk from scaling your granite
Your stone afront miss

Your words know no bliss
Stand naked infront of me this time ragged words
you´re only cover