Scars
de Thrystan pe Jul.22, 2009, in Poezii
If any love could light my skies
If just one heart could drown my eyes
I’ll know I’m not a fool that tries
A vicious honest that still lies
Awake in bed , in breathing death
Emotions , dreams , messing my head
‘Cause I have risen for this act
A fucking old insomniac
I have become in my befall
The mental , not it is so whole
It is my rest , it is my test
In this dark craddle , filthy nest
I teach myself the kill and pain
A might without a soul or brain
I am a fury of the hell
A name the demons cannot tell
And any daring to come near
Will taste my axe , in its sweet fear
Ending it all in lusty lunch
I’ll slice the morrons , they’re a bunch!
Making a meal just for more
Perhaps for one , the carnivore
Is it the one writing this shit
On this blood-bathed funny sheet?
So , be afraid of taste of blood
‘Cause it will hit you like a flood
When lunching, feasting next to me
Eat up your corpse , it is for free!
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