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Random Thoughts
My random thoughts, clicking like cogs, blinking over mortals.
These fearing inside moments finding myself home for the night puking up god knows what.
Hell bend decisions that made there way yesterday as I pissed on my mold and crowned myself king.
Random thoughts...
The virtue of what I wish and what I claim as holy is a matter of fact inside me.
The lasting embarrassment of school boy crushes and black magic. You had your hands in me.
Fingers lick the back of my head, my eyes are without distance, overwhelmed the village screams.
Wasted into dust, fire overhead and villains to convert in true products of society...We need there heroes.
Random thoughts...
Buddhist skin and hardly a moment to pass on,
You are the rhyme and the pitch...
The stone and the liquid...
The girl and the bitch.
You are the phantom crying from under stages, bitter by your disgust and middle school locker rooms.
You are too old to be playing damsel in distress. Hardly old enough to be a damsel, hardly that way at all.
Random thoughts...
Rest in the opiate bed, spinning as it may, flipping barrels and the ceiling and walls.
Handy tools make for extended pleasure.
Handy men make for extinction.
But I am tired of living in your eyes,
I am divine in mine.
Random Thoughts...
My random thoughts, clicking like cogs, blinking over mortals.
These fearing inside moments finding myself home for the night puking up god knows what.
Hell bend decisions that made there way yesterday as I pissed on my mold and crowned myself king.
Random thoughts...
The virtue of what I wish and what I claim as holy is a matter of fact inside me.
The lasting embarrassment of school boy crushes and black magic. You had your hands in me.
Fingers lick the back of my head, my eyes are without distance, overwhelmed the village screams.
Wasted into dust, fire overhead and villains to convert in true products of society...We need there heroes.
Random thoughts...
Buddhist skin and hardly a moment to pass on,
You are the rhyme and the pitch...
The stone and the liquid...
The girl and the bitch.
You are the phantom crying from under stages, bitter by your disgust and middle school locker rooms.
You are too old to be playing damsel in distress. Hardly old enough to be a damsel, hardly that way at all.
Random thoughts...
Rest in the opiate bed, spinning as it may, flipping barrels and the ceiling and walls.
Handy tools make for extended pleasure.
Handy men make for extinction.
But I am tired of living in your eyes,
I am divine in mine.
Random Thoughts...