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The Fuckin Bad Guy
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: In a place where people don't judge me for drinking vodka by the gallon and taking advantage of 18 y/o highschool girls
Posts: 11,347
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Peach Fuzz
“Facing a mirror you see merely your own countenance; facing your child you finally understand how everyone else has seen you.”
- Daniel Raeburn
Maybe, I was just dreamin about a baby,
Cause she drove me crazy, thoughts getting hazy,
But never lazy was I,
Because I had a watchful eye, that watched her pry,
My lifeless fingers, from where her's would linger,
You see she was the singer,
...She was that sole mockingbird that sang that tune,
And all to soon I saw her moon,
Take hold and drive the tormented waves,
Yet in my rave I seldom bathed,
Losing my mind to her deceitful grin,
She reeks of sin, yet I still want her medicine,
Oh let her in, all her words have been,
Drenched in gin, meanwhile I hate the spin,
That you get on life from chronic drinks,
So the shell you're in just slowly sinks,
Away from those thoughts that I possessed,
Because it isn't all that complex to get me so vexed,
To a point where i'm grindin my teeth into my gums,
So loud that i'm drowning out the melody of guitar strums,
Conceding to myself that this is a fuckin lonely hill,
Where I sit and pop pill after pill,
Oh will I grow still,
Or will the message disappear from my till,
And consequently...what would I see?
Was I another father to flee,
Or would I detect myself lusting with glee,
If a miscarriage occurred...tragically,
How could it be, the peach fuzz beckoning me,
Into a bottomless sea,
Yet I never even hint towards the fact that I can't swim,
Because there are so many things that I have to bestow upon him,
A warrior's chin, and a glorious grin,
A mic and my pin, along with a joyous life without sin.
Hoping that the added joy of having him, will draw me abroad,
Yet as I awake I feel that far to familiar prod,
From the cold air whipping my neck, because my son isn't coming,
And as I still sit humming wishing Samantha never left him running,
Down the inside of her thigh,
How could I father a boy that was destined to die,
But the peach fuzz on the skin of his cheek,
Chokes me up every time that I try to speak,
To my cousin's kids, sometimes to the point where I lose my lid,
And use my hand to capture the tears I hid,
And that re-occurring dream just keeps taking hold of my mind,
Letting the sandstones grind,
But the rewinding cycle,
Is why I'll never name him Michael,
And he'll never be a son to Samantha,
Who is eternally a wife to Life,
Because the memories of both of them haunt me each night,
Which is why I never care despite,
All the things you seemingly want to say,
Because I saw the peach fuzz today,
And the haunting thoughts of my unborn child,
Has me riled, hoping that the symptoms will gradually turn mild,
But for now I stay meticulous in my plight to fight God,
Throwing fists at his children, trying to deplete the sod,
As no one seems to get me these days,
My facade has eloped, dreams of my son are all that stays.
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Ghost...
Quote:
Originally Posted by Quriosity
let's not sugarcoat the situation. got life left and the league crashed.
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