RANCID RETCHED SOUL

by clevername   Oct 13, 2005


I am nothing
i am weak
i am draped with,
ANGER,
you seek
with your quivering fists
and mighty eyes
this is pain that over takes
but also
DISGUISE...s me with a mask or two
so they wont see the fear and furry that is emebllished in my
bones
QUIVER as your face comes near me
and ur fists rises
then bulldozez into my chest
this is the moment where you shouldve taken
BREATHS are what you took aawy
as ur hands captured my neck
and my arms embrassed the
AIR which is what my lungs should have done
but its all slighty
CALM how thte wind blows
in the meadow and the fields
the beauty that its brings us and transports to our
HEARTS burn in hell as the days slow down
as satan lifts up his sturdy corwn
but i stare down from above
at your rancid retched soul
goodnight older brother goodnight
does this make you happy now
goodnight goodnight
you replied as you shook me up goodnight goodnight

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