Wrought inside this web..
I’m that little itch you get.
And I’m coming on strong..
Once again..
I’m in love with how you smell,
taste, and how I dream of every shape of you.
That hint of anger..
That taste of flesh.
You seem to make the feeling linger..
Keep me occupied.
Keep me interested.
Suck in my breath,
and breathe into my face.
Bleed on my hands..
The tides washing against the sands.
From your lips down to your chin.
Up and over your hills.
Spreading luscious thighs.
Opening you up to new highs.
In and out of dreams we reside.
I’ll be forever with you, at your side.
I’ll be the one coming closer to the inside..
As we both rip into this night..
Raining stars with our tongues tied.
Faking nothing giving all through the eyes.
Panting, bleeding, you’ll forever be with me..
I can’t deny this feeling..
I wouldn’t try, after all the struggling..
I need to keep feeding..
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Arise from the ashes soaked in solace.
A world in your mind you can’t reveal,
A birth of an idea is the death of an old reality.
A truth unsealed becomes the end of your crusade for morality.
A fact of life is this; Most wars are monetary.
A world, A birth. A truth. A fact.
Find it.. Frozen inside a dismal crystal ball stuck in the gaping raped ass of fate.
We’re in a time line of psychosis, limbo on nimbus float across the great divide,
Face ourselves and fight for bad or the great divine.
We can’t help but give in to our designs.
Explain the same thing constantly, but the ghosts are the only ones who listen.
They stare and wonder, they gaze into your eyes with profound transmissions.
Awaken in a dungeon of your own desires..
All things in a pessimistic reality become dire, all things in hell burned by the fire.
Arrogance goes hand in hand with the eclipse of the new moon and the sun..
One face trades places with another until you’ve been erased, replace, detached and
reconnected in another body, mutate into another soul.
A fall from the highest depths drenched in doubt.
A world in your mind you can’t escape.
A death of your newborn is the decay of a new reality.
A truth concealed becomes a mystery in which we seek.
A fact of life is this; Most people are weak.
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Put you’re political cocaine on the mirror.
Snort me another lie..
Go ahead, propaganda high.
This is my middle finger steadily waving..
I fucking hate you, I’ve got a pile of reasons why!
Start your shit with some one else..
I’m not entwined with your hippy agenda.
I feel differently.
I like genocide.
I know who you are.
A fifteen minute verbal masturbating star.
Welcome to the inside..
Welcome to the maniacs mind.
Sell yourself again.
You know, just like me.
You want to feel the end,
you want to see these fucking whining hippies just...
DIE
Stop trying to white wash me with your ideal for peace.
Does it look like I’m the one in need?
Just because I’m not a fifteen minute verbal masturbating star,
doesn’t mean I want to become what you are..
I happen to enjoy knowing its going on.. That’s right, I like war!
I’ve heard your sob stories.
I’ve heard war stories.
Man I’ve heard it all,
I’m not the one that needs anything from the world.
I don’t need any Nikes made in sweat shops in Pakistan.
I don’t need to offer those starving children in Africa my hand..
Its not my plan, of peace that’s stuck in your head..
So do as I ask, fuck off you dead beat.
I don’t give two shits about your needs!
Your wants or your ideals!
I’ve got my own to strive for, you fucking bitch
