Dark dark dark dark dark dark
So dark even an emo would drown on his own
fears
In his own fears
Choke on tears
Once a year
People disguise their darker halves in lighthearted rhymes, just to fool others into
security
lies
deception
Ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of Posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall
DOWN
Now. Stop.
Do like the pain-pill and disintigrate
stomach acid licks harder than flames, you know.
But we can't be picky. We treasure our internal organs. It's hard to believe why we decide to go
Down the street
across the lane
zagzag around the neighborhood
Mad or sane?
Dreams of drowning. Dreams of hate.
Dreams of death-- no, you're too late.
Can't you see it, it's right there
Rope from the skies, fallen chair.
Devil's song of fires and Hell
Twelve at night, thus chimes your bell.
Can you blame us?
We fear the unknown.
Our fascination mingles with our cowardice
in a gritty cocktail.
Grind your teeth in it, swallow the sand.
God can't save you- Machiavelli can.
Let's Play that Stupid Clapping Game Again. MY Turn to Sing.
Hello operator, please give me number nine...
And if you disconnect me, I'll kick you from...
Behind the dungeons' doors, there were some panes of glass.
Ms. Susie was dragged in and stabbed her filthy
Ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies
This interrogation will yield you no more spies.
And this is some small rhyme, that took a sec to make,
I think I'll stop it now, since my head's begun to ache.
