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natey
November 16th, 2009, 11:09 AM
Sucker Punched in A Wave of Second-Hand Smoke


Your blood soaked body
lying in a pool of your own waste
before the dark closes in,
The last thing you'll see is my face

There is no white light for you,
just endless torture
Reliving all of our past memories as they fade.
Your life flashes
a million times before your eyes
As you're pulled into a whirlpool of pain.

I saw the beast within this fragile life come out to play.
but mine play harder
and now your soul becomes the highest stake to claime.
You'll regret the day we met within these final moments
As i stand before you, playing god, lord and king.

I am your father, your creater, the only name upon your lips
I have a slew of games for us to play as the torment hits.
Just a few frail breaths escape from your collasping lungs.
To bad for you my dear for we have only just begun.

I laugh incontrollably as you try to speak and try to sway,
This is your payment, i am here to bring your judgment day
Seems you no longer have all the caring friends that you once knew,
So here and now if I pull this trigger, would they mourn for you?

Goodbye,
I am your fucking demise
Goodbye,
To everything that I despise.

Copyright- natey ;D

Wrote these out of boredom.

-Silence
November 17th, 2009, 08:46 AM
Moved from "You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison" to "The Open Book".