| CHRistmas Day 97 We all have our own ways of keeping quiet. About this melodramatic happening and that small enterage'of kneeling down and kissing the wretched filth you have redeemed upon yourself. Rageful tendacies of biological blood. Screaming rant rant Waving that 45 around like it where a composers stick Contemplating look in those eyes BUt that would fuck everything up right? Looking into eyes so cold you don't know whether its safe to look away in a strange kind of sadistic fear. A what if what if flows though your mind like molasses on a hotstack sunday morning. Tears come down in an avalanche of schizoprhrenic rage Erratic breathing shakes your body to the point where you feel the dinner in your stomach cringing to come out. YOU turn the corner pause for a moment at what is to come thinking up some of the most irrational things that could happen And you realize that it just did. Twisted warped deranged I see The worlds corrupt the world I see. |