Cats walk our secrets

A is also an angel

So we must pull up our pride

and procreate a dream before us

Biting into our broken lips

to taste the bitter disease

a disease called society

if a cat walks our secrets

who will know the truth?

when I taste the blood I know

Who passed on this beauty

Bitter tasting in its organic center

Dilating to compromise the epic dilusion

Sweet secrets are muttered between sharp sounds

Just to know the lie

maybye they know the truth.