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Drug (Through Mud)
Contributed by
xnoybis
on
Monday, 12th December 2005 @ 04:36:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Kiss me now, Death!
I swear I have tasted
Your foul breath
And still
I wander around freely
I swear, it seems to me
You ought to oppose people like me
I"t makes me wonder
If you really see
Me
Though I hold no surprise
As I shove you your eyes
And ponder what you
Actually realize
I could show you
A hundred houses
Growing illegal flowers
Now that I'm re-new
But I won't, you know
I know you know why
Because I am not
Such A nice guy
Some days
In these days
These days
They make me sick
I talk sometimes
To avoid the waste
But remember a measure
When I see your face
Because your face
Makes me sick
Yes, your face makes me sick
Sitting on my haunches
Despite my inner voice
I have to attempt making sense
This is not my choice.
A slave to my mind
I have tried to find
A rhyme to the reason
On the laurels of the divine
Who has ever been divine?
A slave to your inactions
At some time
Sometimes, though
You follow my reactions
Who has never followed?
And then I am your master
I am always your master
I don't want to be, but
You're intent on disaster
I have dipped my tongue
In that same horrid taste
Not tasting so horrid
At the right time and place
I don't make you
But I can break you
You can feign me friendship
But I can shake you
Buy what you're sold.
Buy what you're told.
Try to buy
Your goddamn soul
Back.
-umph- this mess.
Copyright ©
xnoybis
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2005-12-12 04:36:54]
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Re: Drug (Through Mud)
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by slogan on
Monday, 12th December 2005 @ 09:25:48 AM AEST
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| Interesting write.. the way you interacted back and forth with your unwanted nemesis briefly reminded of the torment that my brother endured before his recovery...great write...jh |
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