Long awaited… Wishes will be granted… Death will be dealt… I wait for you at night | ||||||||||||||||||
I talked to them through glass Knowing they couldn't hear Pretending they were listening To my words of pain and fear. I played they were my foes And I played they were my lovers But never once did I imagine To be close to all these others. One day they came a knocking And all I did was cry So the door they pressed open And they backed up at the sight. Ripped and tattered curtains And a painting made of blood A tiny row of kerneled corn And a girl left so unloved. They bent down to grasp my hand I screamed with all my might 'til one of them assured me That it would be alright. So I looked up innocently As the tears became a grey And I told them that I loved them And their faces looked dismayed I tried to hold their bodies Hoping they would hug me back But they just pushed me down Acting like they were attacked They left again as I suspected As terrified as could be But I guess thats what you get When contact is with me |
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but eat at your soul until you are bones on a fiery platter, bitten and broken by the red-hot beasts in your pitiful mind. |
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FUCK THAT! | ||||||||||||||||||
HATE ALOT OF HATE! |
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