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What are you waiting for?
Axe in hand your face in my sight.
Mother fukao
Gonna get smacked
*chop chop*
You wanna run your and play games
Well meet the bois
*chop chop*
They my fam you see
All ways watch each other backs
Now what you got to say
*chop chop chop chop chop*
This ends now this ends here.
DOWN ON YOUR KNEES
DON'T BEG OR PLEADE
YOUR WORDS ARE NOT HEARD
No more gloves
No kindness
Now you do as I say
I AM MASTER YOU ARE SUB
KNOW YOUR PLACE DOWN ON YOUR KNEE'S
AT MY BECKEN CALL
DO NOT ANGER ME
OR PUNISHMENT THEE SHALL HAVE
WITH THY BELT OR THY HAND
GRAB YOUR HAIR AND PULLING IT HARD
YOU GONNA DO AS YOUR TOLD
I'VE TOLD YOU I'M DONE PLAYING AROUND
THIS IS ONLY GOES MY WAY
THERE IS NO HIGH WAY
SO GET BACK TO YOUR PLACE
ON YOUR KNEES
DOWN DOWN DOWN ON YOUR KNEES
NOW CRAWl TO ME
KISS MY HIPS
AND WORK YOUR WAY TO MY LIPS
I see you in the darkness.
I sit and wait for my chance.
Giggle giggle
Sooner or later I'll have you.
In my bed in my arms.
You'll never know it.
Blade kisses your neck.
Trickle of blood.
Mouth starts to salvate.
Trickle trickle.
Giggle giggle.
Sooner or later I'll have you.
Duct tape streched and ready.
Rope by my side.
Giggle giggle.
Sooner or later.
She wants something that's right before her eye's.
But she doesn't see its' right before her.
Starring into her eye's with a gentle smile.
Standing by her side when she feel's like she has no friends at all.
I'm the one holding the umbrella keeping her dry as I get soak to the bone.
But I'm just a friend nothing more nothing less.
She doesn't see my pain...
I'm the one that no one see's
I'm the one that no one hear's
I'm the ghost that walk's
I'm the ghost that breath's
I'm the person no one know's
I'm ther person who has no fear's
I'm the person that has no love
I'm the thing that doesn't exiest's
I'm the nothing
I'm the no one
I'm the one who is pointed at n called the freak
I'm the one at the end of every one...
There so much to enjoy in life
But one momment can ruin it
One single thing can make it better
To enjoy life is to take things little by little
Its the little thing in life that makes in enjoyable
Thats the fun in it learing and going through hardships
For some who can over come them can do so much
It's the one's who can't seem to get past them that have ...
Tis sad
That we live with pain
The sorrow that in our lives
The words are spoken
But are the words heard
No there just air to def ears
Only others who know the pain
The people who felt the pain
Hear and feel the words
No one else our pain
Is our Strength
Out words show
Others out tears
But who will read
And who will Listen.
Million things
Seem to go wrong
Nothing
Can be done
Felt used
Another Scar
Hides the pain
Another Scar
To Hide the tears
Another Scar
To heal
Million things
An just as many scars.
They say time heals all wounds.
Yet the first cut is all way's the deepest.
I made a mistake and pulled the dagger.
No thought, No emotion.
Plunged the blade deep down to the heart.
I burried it to the hilt and twisted and turned it.
This wound needs to heal.
This cut needs to close.
The pain needs to fade.
I want to start a new.
Drowing in the revalation.
It's to late.
Time ran out.
I screwed it all up.
Can't turn back the hands of time.
This wound needs to heal.
This cut needs to close.
The pain needs to fade.
I want to start a new.
Relized it to late.
Thee was the one.
Gone now thee are.
Never to hold again.
Never able to tell her how I feel.
This wound needs to heal.
This cut needs to close.
The pain needs to fade.
I want to start a new.
Time heals all wounds they say.
When will my be healed?
Will they heal when I'm rotting?
This wound needs to heal.
This cut needs to close.
The pain needs to fade.
I want to start a new.
Time tick tocking away
Away tick tock tick toc
tic toc tic toc
Time will never heal this wound.
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A Open Bookcreated @ 2007-01-22 14:11:45 A open bookA heart apoun a sleeveIts not hard to believenormaly rushing into thingsJumpping head first nor carerringTry to find the right oneEnding up loving the wrong oneSome how my pain is my pleasureYet my pleasure brings me painOne equals the other its all the sameSo what is love but a higher form of lustAn lust is a lower form of loveWanting to find some one to holdDont want a child or some one to oldNot looking for some one to change meJust trying to find some one for me Through my add attacks Being able to help me stay on trackThy angel of darkest light Beautiful from inside not from physical sight
A heart apun a sleeve,created @ 2008-06-18 03:30:25
A heart apun a sleeve,It's not hard to believe,Normaly rushing into thing's,Jumping head first not carering,Tryy to find the right one,Ending up loving the wrong one,Some how my pain is my pleasure,Yet my pleasure brings me my pain,One equals the other it' all the same you see,So what is love but a form of lust,N lust is a a higher form o flove,wantidn to find some one to hold,Don't want a child or some one to old,Not looking for some one to change me,Just trying to fidn some to love me,Through my time's of attacks,Beeaing able to help me survie,they angle of darkest light,Beauty from inside not from physical sight.
