deadpie
October 18th, 2010, 06:53 PM
When I died a tree sprouted out my mouth
A monarch pecked my eyes out
And my branches were molded into hands
And I wanted to bring harmony to your wasteland
Although you axed me down and I flattened your legs
Picture the adolescent girl chased through a garden
By men with blowtorches igniting plants into flames
Her skirt pulled up and laid against a bed of flowers
Each thrust felt like a second turned to a thousand hours
And when he was done she felt crippled and old
Face turned pale and skin breezing cold
The sunrise came and he split open her neck
Left there to decompose in the scorched oasis
Preserved in the soil alongside my roots
The delirious child will caution you of future plagues
But you'll just hold that remote control
Occupy your stupidity like a neverending sinkhole
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Not that good. Haven't been writing any good stuff lately.
A monarch pecked my eyes out
And my branches were molded into hands
And I wanted to bring harmony to your wasteland
Although you axed me down and I flattened your legs
Picture the adolescent girl chased through a garden
By men with blowtorches igniting plants into flames
Her skirt pulled up and laid against a bed of flowers
Each thrust felt like a second turned to a thousand hours
And when he was done she felt crippled and old
Face turned pale and skin breezing cold
The sunrise came and he split open her neck
Left there to decompose in the scorched oasis
Preserved in the soil alongside my roots
The delirious child will caution you of future plagues
But you'll just hold that remote control
Occupy your stupidity like a neverending sinkhole
-
Not that good. Haven't been writing any good stuff lately.