Thomas Penny
-A cold murder in the night
Blank my thoughts remain,
near the border of plain;
I seem more insane,
since bland…
…fell asleep in my veins.
I stay in confinement,
Feeling lost and blinded;
generosity- I couldn’t find it
my emotions react irate.
My house is a broken prison,
with visions of bad decisions;
Guess that’s why I’m so contingent,
with my heart needing decryption.
-to be opened
Upon my death so to say,
my soul slowly decays;
My thoughts left in dismay,
so I let go with no delay.
I was left for display,
darkness was here to stay;
Living every single day,
a freak with no eyes…
…whose lost his way.
So I remain to pray.
For anger keeps attacking me,
pruning happiness drastically;
Rushing through madness passively,
from the demons own majesty.
My mind easily lies,
six feet deep with closed eyes;
Crushed upon lost cries,
that goes unheard yet is alive.
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The devil had arrived!
To PULL US
In his world of shame-
To SCHOOL US
In his trinket games-
To FOOL US
Into being tamed-
To RULE US
As we are his slaves-
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NO!
“I shall prosper”
Today is not the day,
I dig up my own grave;
My heart is kept safe,
that no lock could EVER break.
My ideas rained magic,
never stuck with practic;
Yet my heart…
…was wrapped with plastic,
my life was tragic.
The measures I took were drastic,
I was swept by panic;
and fell asleep on havoc,
The devil took its pick…
…whatever he wanted- he could have it
“I had a passion for fashion,
and a fashion for flashing;
which only ever happened,
when I closed my eyes to imagine”
Flaccid my heart goes,
on the path I chose;
Satan finally arose,
to lock the door behind me…
…and forever keep it closed.
Let me apply a visual,
of how my life was risible;
And how I have been ridiculed,
of happiness on broken pedestal.
My own Petty-Stool
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What a wicked shame,
a scheme that remains the same;
A no name…
…that is not tamed,
Unleashed of its dying pain.
Bent over my pride and joy,
my emotions felt moist;
My intentions rigged and poise,
hushed the little lady…
…before the racket noise,
-came along with sorrow
I only meant to borrow,
for a few minutes or till tomorrow;
I don’t know what came over me
One moment she’s laughing…
…next thing you know her heart was hollow.
which I took with no regret to swallow,
I knew others would follow.
By the numbers they roared,
I finally hit the core;
while my hands…
…bloodied and sore,
kept twitching to explore.
Her beauty along the shore,
with her heart flapping on the floor;
What’s this fuckin’ ruckus for
-I pondered
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You’re the one who locked the door,
wanting some rough sex and more;
You took the tour,
All I did was lead…
…and do the deed as a chore.
You broke out all your fantasies,
I knew you had a plan for me;
wanting a little space to breathe,
Hiding all your secrets underneath.
-that million dollar smile
I always fall for a stupid bitch,
whose after my silly dick;
Who always seems flip the script,
On me with some crooked shit!
but I shut her mouth up really quick.
-here BITCH take this hit!
Before it slapped front page,
I caged the lies she made;
But fell more and decayed,
as anger gave me away.
-PRICELESS
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Originally Posted by Ders
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