你幼稚的思想

                                   何日成熟

                                   愚昧的行为

                                   那天清楚

                                   流利的词语却是虚无

                                   每天的谎话

                                   拟稿还要重复

                                   天天把玩着游戏

                                   你自娱自乐在梦里

                                   一个空旷的虚壳

                                   在慢慢诞生

                                   你的生命

                                   还有几春几冬

                                   脱水的肢体你没有魄力

                                   行尸走肉

                                   剩下的只有躯体

                                   只慨息

                                   我的文字成不了斗士兵马

                                   要不我会用字字珠玑

                                   把你捆绑

                                   用梳理的条纹

                                   让你知道

                                   邪恶的角色

                                   早晚会被正义之神

                                   送入天牢