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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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"In Dreams They Come"
"In Dreams They Come"
Hunger pains and dust combust in my veins,
As younger campaigns of lust are pulled by the chains,
My pace slowed from a stomach full of remains,
As I drag mangled sheep by wool, not by reins,
Brushing past vicious thorns and the strains-
Of unbearable darkness, it warns and maintains,
A dreadful calm that tends to hold me over,
Oh fickle fate…behold this four leaf clover,
Seeking relief, as insomnia's clutch makes me rover.
At the age of eighteen I surrendered to it first,
That fucking thirst… what it rendered felt coerced,
I felt cold and cursed, and so I dove headfirst,
Into that warm sheep until finally submersed…
Heart racing, pacing about this woeful terrain,
Insane from mundane thoughts and champagne,
Oh my bubbly jitters at the end of adolescence,
Guide me ‘cross a field by the moon’s luminescence,
Gone were cartoons and afternoons in the essence,
I was left to the fate of my platoon’s indiscretions,
Outcast in the army because of my dark desires,
As they'd spark the fires burning her flesh, I prespire...
It's dire...I want to bury myself in the sheep,
Satisfying my thundrous lust so that I can sleep.
I finally reached peace upon a barren terrain,
Though that was until word of Mary hit Maine,
She was my sister, the only family I had left,
Tears streaked my face, losing my sanity; bereft-
I longed to return, I had to see Mary before-
The casket closed and the reaper was given his chore,
To bring her soul across the dead river to Hades,
Because God never did forgive little ladies-
For aborting dead babies even if they didn’t choose,
So as I flew, I painted in forbidden hues,
Hoping to keep the devil’s clutch from my sister,
My vigor undying, though each touch did blister-
My hands, as I kept at a manic decree,
Until we landed just past that satanic sea,
Though I now stood still, feeling forever stranded,
Lungs clasping, indeed they never fully expanded-
On this desolate island where as a boy, I grew,
Where I first gave into a ploy so taboo,
That it hurled me into the deep, dark blue.
My thoughts wandered as I stood at her burial,
As the preacher’s words drifted off into the ethereal,
For we were the only two there to embrace her end,
Looking at her face I couldn’t pretend to comprehend,
How this somber angel was left alone in this place,
And like a vicious cyclone I tore leaving trace-
All over the land, wherever I went, forever hell bent,
Fixated upon one sole endeavor; repent!
I was once again drunken and lusting in this hell,
The taste of stale beer so disgusting I repel-
Even the most loose and fickle women abroad,
There remains no hope of clean linen, no bawd-
Will even take money from me, for a night of mistakes,
But tonight, the devil takes flight of my aches,
And leads me to a Pasteur of ivory promises,
My conscience gone, yet it would’ve admonished this,
The lack of a conscienceness and astonished bliss,
As I roamed through the fields to find and kiss-
Upon Mary's little lamb, fleece as white as snow,
An instatiable lust, I was shaking head to toe,
There was absolutely no way of escaping it so,
I accepted my deranged, crazed, love for sheep,
In truth...it all started while counting them...lusting for sleep.
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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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Hi Haters
Last edited by Got Life?; 07-15-2008 at 09:06 AM.
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