Oct 15, 2009 6:25 PM
Carousel made of rubbish.
Watching the carousel spinning, round...round...
four sides--Destruction, Murder, Lust, Obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the destruction, down with the purity.
Watch the red dance, laugh in your face
Screaming monarch, turns to sand as he flutters
Sense the newborn lilacs, petals wither and drop
Pick up your shit and run, run away you fuckers.
Watching the carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, Murder, Lust, Obscurity
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the murder, down with the purity.
Feel the silver needle, softly pierce tender flesh.
Hear the sharp screams, grin into crying wrists.
Picture the dust, lift with red dreams
Hack away, shower my garden as you burst the cists.
Consume the fire, memories burst to flames.
Bathe in sand, soak up the lies.
Crush the lilacs, possess crumbling hope.
Shred the bodies and grin, in his face he tries.
Handle the needle, watch him pin-point fate.
Offer you screams, take them graciously.
Imagine the dust, blankets kept you warm.
taste the cists, stab you aimlessly.
Watching the Carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, murder, lust, obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the lust, down with the purity.
Imagine the pressure, pour onto quivering lap.
Feed on sweat, thrust through body heat.
Desire your blood, drink up you whore.
release the honey, taste-- bittersweet.
Watching the Carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, murder, lust, obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall
Up with Obscurity, down with purity.
Scratch at the window, gape at liquid fingers.
Envy the sun, the shriek of a door hinge.
Chain down our smile, scream to be free.
Drop to the floor, body fold over and cringe.
Focus on the pressure, eyes opened wide.
Reach for the cup, choke on my sweat.
Spill my blood, hungrily clean it up.
Like a bee, produce more honey--don't you fret.
Crush your nails, finger the sharp glass.
Feel the sun, smile without a fight.
Lick the lips of pure evil, you now see.
Realize it's a dream, tremble and screech with plight.
Destroy the sacred flowers
Mutilate my grotesque passion
Dry heave and rape icy cold dreams
Fill my world of envious fashion.
The Carousel has stopped and there's no turning back
The iron blade closed the wall, the fallen children perish.
Hold the bloody hands of hell's demons
Caress your open wounds, filled with the world's rubbish.
Escape your thoughts, your sickening pleas
Glue the cracks that keep crumbling...dying...
Redemption has fucked you in the mouth
Eat shit and die, crush the hope and stop your crying.
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Very pissed off and upset at the world right now, so i decided to write a poem.
I hope you like it, and get what i'm trying to say.
All things fucked up is the theme.
Enjoy.
four sides--Destruction, Murder, Lust, Obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the destruction, down with the purity.
Watch the red dance, laugh in your face
Screaming monarch, turns to sand as he flutters
Sense the newborn lilacs, petals wither and drop
Pick up your shit and run, run away you fuckers.
Watching the carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, Murder, Lust, Obscurity
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the murder, down with the purity.
Feel the silver needle, softly pierce tender flesh.
Hear the sharp screams, grin into crying wrists.
Picture the dust, lift with red dreams
Hack away, shower my garden as you burst the cists.
Consume the fire, memories burst to flames.
Bathe in sand, soak up the lies.
Crush the lilacs, possess crumbling hope.
Shred the bodies and grin, in his face he tries.
Handle the needle, watch him pin-point fate.
Offer you screams, take them graciously.
Imagine the dust, blankets kept you warm.
taste the cists, stab you aimlessly.
Watching the Carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, murder, lust, obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the lust, down with the purity.
Imagine the pressure, pour onto quivering lap.
Feed on sweat, thrust through body heat.
Desire your blood, drink up you whore.
release the honey, taste-- bittersweet.
Watching the Carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, murder, lust, obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall
Up with Obscurity, down with purity.
Scratch at the window, gape at liquid fingers.
Envy the sun, the shriek of a door hinge.
Chain down our smile, scream to be free.
Drop to the floor, body fold over and cringe.
Focus on the pressure, eyes opened wide.
Reach for the cup, choke on my sweat.
Spill my blood, hungrily clean it up.
Like a bee, produce more honey--don't you fret.
Crush your nails, finger the sharp glass.
Feel the sun, smile without a fight.
Lick the lips of pure evil, you now see.
Realize it's a dream, tremble and screech with plight.
Destroy the sacred flowers
Mutilate my grotesque passion
Dry heave and rape icy cold dreams
Fill my world of envious fashion.
The Carousel has stopped and there's no turning back
The iron blade closed the wall, the fallen children perish.
Hold the bloody hands of hell's demons
Caress your open wounds, filled with the world's rubbish.
Escape your thoughts, your sickening pleas
Glue the cracks that keep crumbling...dying...
Redemption has fucked you in the mouth
Eat shit and die, crush the hope and stop your crying.
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Very pissed off and upset at the world right now, so i decided to write a poem.
I hope you like it, and get what i'm trying to say.
All things fucked up is the theme.
Enjoy.
Posted by
Draculaah
| Oct 15, 2009 6:25 PM |
1 comments
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tenshi_janai | Oct 19, 2009 4:37 PM
wow...that's very dark..how come every time one writes poetry it always ends up sad and depressed...or maybe that was just me ;) it's very beautiful thou, ganbatte, ne!
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