Nov 22, 2005 18:35
Oh look, it finally starts to wash off,
why, are you using a dirty cloth?
It's the only thing that YOU have left
and now it's washing off.
Don't lose it,
it might come in handy,
ha ha, wait,
no it's not fine and dandy,
Sitting here, watching,
my existence burn down,
like the cancer stick in my hand.
My Final Sacriledge.
But this is you, not me you see,
I'm just sitting here trying to be,
not do or say or touch or hear,
is this scaring you? Smell your fear.
It starts again, just wash it off,
the stench is violent
I'm gonna gag,
Cough.
Cough.
Meaningles, miserable, sad and lonely,
the stench becomes your one, your only,
link to reality you silly bitch,
this could've gone off wihtout a hitch,
but no, you stuck it in again,
that smell recepticle, break it, pain.
Blood bone sinew gore,
smiley people happy,
poor.
The government is starving us,
they smell of shit, resemble puss.
But we are different you and I
You know what it is?
REALITY (believe in it)
Yeah so,
Hello.
Regards
The Gnome