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David Walker Sep 2013
Selfish clam
gives no damns.
Angry wiener
is not a winner.

Bad ***
All ***
No ***
Good ***

Drunken folly,
me so solly.
Moaning rapture.
Fluids capture.

Right ***
Old ***
New ***
Wrong ***

Did you know that if you have one ball bigger than the other it is hard to eloquently pull of a bullfrog with your sack?

I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
David Walker Sep 2013
A deep red hue drips from his eyes.
Bleak ideas being entertained by the executioner.
A sharp knife tells truths that no word can.
He slowly carves down the middle with intent to remove the heart.
No gasps or shrieks of pain as death has already set in.
The bored executioner sighs and a sparkling tear drops from behind his hood.
"I have done more than my share for this poor man. The rest is for the worms."
He removes his hood and cleans his blade.
"I need to **** something."
He leaves his chamber of death to frequent the nearby brothel.
He approaches the madam and asks for "the one with the ***."
A tall young lady with orange hair and a behind that could easily hold a cup of the finest vino whilst she is standing appears.
She is "dressed" in a tiny bra covering only most of her ******* and a pair of shorts so tight her ***** lips are visible.
"How the hell did you even get that pair of shorts on that big ol' ***?" the executioner asks.
She begins to talk, but it is mostly mindless ambiance to the executioners ears.
He interrupts her jabbering, throws down a thousand dollars taken from his blood stained jeans and grabs the well endowed young lady and takes her back to the room upstairs, unknowing of the fact that she will never be seen alive again...
David Walker Sep 2013
Killer emotions about killers killing people
while I sing a pretty song about love.
I am not the only preacher in the steeple
to a God that doesn't reside above.

The voices tell me I am powerful.
That there are people who deserve to die.
The blood tastes sour. Full
of disease and monoxide.

Can you hear when the fire pops?
Can you see when the vein explodes?
Can my thoughts border on sublime?
Can my voice continue to lie?

Struggle
Struggle
Struggle
Struggle

Can you hear when the fire pops?
Can you see when the vein explodes?
Can my thoughts border on sublime?
Can my voice continue to lie?

Hurt you
Hurt you
Hurt you
Hurt you
Stop...
David Walker Sep 2013
I think the bottle has become uncorked.
I think I could have stopped it,
but I know it wouldn't have worked.
This slew of madness is about to unfold.
I wonder if I can die young
before I grow old.
The darkness compounds frustration.
The hate on which I feed
will breed creation.

A new personality.
A new vibe.
A new rationality.
A new tribe.

I will emerge from this cocoon
better and more beautiful than I once was.
Fly away,
fly away from here.
David Walker Sep 2013
I have issues to work on.
These issues don't work.
My issues tend to darken
and make me become a ****.

I smell it in the air.
I smell it in the air.

I wish I could express myself better.
I can't think of the words.
The blood on my head gets wetter,
it tends to attract the birds.

I smell it in the air.
I smell it in the air.

Change sweet change.
David Walker Sep 2013
I will never cry over you
I will never worry for you
I would never beat it to
I would never even care to

Never write a word again
This time I am gone for good

I will start a ******* gain
You won't have to push it in

No words can describe this
Always knew it would end like this

I have never felt this good
You think it hasn't, but it's understood

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right

It's so amazingly bright in here
I no longer have to fear

I will start with someone else
Someone else will have to help

You don't even begin to care
The life I lead will help repair

The burden you lift
Will help me shift

I thought you gave a ****
Yet I always knew it would come to this

I will never see you again
You are nothing more than a stain

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right

Pain...
David Walker Aug 2013
So I thought I could trust you.
So I thought I could look you in the eye.
I couldn't trust you today though I really wanted to.
The **** you did made me want to die.

You think that you're in pain.
Well hey, that's part of being insane.

Hey, that's part of being insane.

To think of all these things
I have written about you.
These sweet songs my heart brings.
Well, anger writes songs too.

You think that you're alone.
Well, it's just due to your tone.

Well, it's just due to your tone.

Mistrust breeds anger.
Anger breeds hate.
Hate brings us danger,
and it may just be too late.

It may just be too late.
It may just be too late.
It may just be too late.
It may just be too late.

****!
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