Oct 14, 2005 21:17
"It is risng through me"
Death becomes me,
then I become stronger,
I metamorphesize into a being taller then the moon,
my fangs come out,
I approach my prey,
give it seconds of spared life,
then rape,
mutilate,
and defile it's essence,
while it's family watches,
in horror,
agony,
and absolution to the cause of me and my lust for blood.
Should I stalk you longer,
you know I'm there,
with my tongue sticking out,
licking my venomous lips,
or should I touch you a little,
fuck that,
I'm the old Kennith now.
I care so deeply,
I have so much passion,
ok new Kennith,
wanna eat razor blades?
RAJ!
RAJ!
Wrap your conformity balnket around my naked,
cold,
wet,
shivering,
body,
but mind my shovel tipped tail.
I HAVE YOU TRAPPED IN MY BEND