5 December, 2015
Sticking needles in your vein, Making you insane, Squeezing your hands in terror, Realizing your error, Travelling down the holes of your mind, Finding things dark and sublime, Tearing you apart, With you trying to bart’, For time and air. Falling deeper into the mire, Your thoughts like a fire, Burning your brain mass, To a smouldering ash. Quivering with the screaming pain, With your body lying all inane, Flashes of agony, Your thoughts if any Are laughing with death.
God, I walked into an exam today, And sat myself in a sunny bay, Got my pens out and got ready for work, And all I could think of… was you. I saw a question on the paper in front, It really was a hell of a bad one. I tried to push through the clutter of my mind, And all that I could find, Were the memories of you.
Living alone at the top of the stairs, All I need is some good affairs, Is it true what I said to you, That I need some friends anew. I will tell you what’s on my mind, Even though I’ve tried to find, Something to ease my mind, I need someone who’s really kind. Falling in love with you Given me life anew. I was in a really dreadful state, I thought I could only give my hate, I didn’t have any friends at all, Even though I tried call.
Think of a flower that’s open all day, With petals on which raindrops do lay, That twinkle with brilliance and a soft golden light, Attracting the moths that fly by at night. Remember a fragrance that drifts through the air, So light and so sweet it lingers with care, Like thoughts of love that spellbind my mind, Leaving me warm, for you are so kind. For you are the flower that’s blossoming, in bloom, And I am the moth that’s waiting for doom, And the love that’s created has shackled my mind, Only you have the key for it to unbind.
Walking on the beach, with nothing to eat, Watching the waves, on the rocks they beat, Looking at freedom as it soars through the sky, Seeing it fall as I watch with my eyes, Hearing its cry as it falls to the ground, Hearing the dogs as they leap and bound, Seeing their teeth as they pull, stretch and tear, Just like our freedom at the hands of despair. Think of our thoughts - are they really that free?
Jumping into a nice green pool, Looking for life that always rule, Seeing the fish that swim away, Now is the time to take away, The life that has always been there. Drawing power from out of there, Taking life with some dare, Seeing fish that squirm with fright, Now’s the time to end the fight, Or they won’t live much longer. Thrashing away to save their life, Knowing that they have no rights, That’s to bad for it’s now to late, As we are relent to let them repent, The life now is dead in that pool.
Power conscious mania, Gripping the Holy Race, Start to turn the treadmills, Of war and other hate. Destroying the other races, For minerals and their lands, With their deadly Holy maces, Which cut out their life giving glands, Strategic military wins, Destroy the populace, It’s also the end of the race’s kins, Who where to be born into the rat race. Now the world is desolate, The races have been destroyed, Because the war ended to late, To save the life that’s been destroyed.
Tell her I wanna do her, And then I’ll really screw her, I want some love, What have I done? That’s the way how it started. I did have doubts. We’ll go and do some dancing, And I will do some lancing, With her lying prone, Near the phone. A good rhythm mover. We really had some good fun, And I did feel that fat bun, And the juice ran out, Which made her shout.
I am so mad, ’Cause you making me sad. Don’t know what to say to you, You are running me through and through, When I found out you were insane. Now my life is all in vain, Because I was once in love.
There was this mouse called Jacob. And he lived there with neighbours, Who were mice haters, Called cats, And he lived there with a mole, Named plain Johnny O’Coal, In a small little hole, In the hall. It was nearly bonfire night, And they thought they’d have a bite, But first they’d have to fight, With the cats. They loaded themselves up with rockets, And put them in their pockets, And marched out through the front door.
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