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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
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I'm still a little dizzy From this new thing In which the entire world As I know, Has been tied to a string Weakness futility Corruption Definitions of the line More of a path Still within sight and slightly blurred Human promises are only as good as the human And lies are no accident The bloody red stains they leave Soaking memories and tumbling souls Professing your disgust of me Disease in your bones Infecting your name at my expense Her mouth speaks juicy words Let my name rot on a large-scale As long as I'm still silent... Snakes slither on rocks The deepest crevices With a forked tongue that smells the air Curse me, hate me, lie to me Fear me, loving me is tender vulnerability For me... What would you call important? Why is it important? Can you make it real? Is it real? Does your flesh acknowledge it? The warm light A dead old man A black spot on the bench Rust in your ears Transfigurative radiating light And I'm blinded by the light Sssssss.... Sinnngggee, Crush out the lie ...and the way things are goin, they're gonna crucify me. -The Beattles |
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