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I know that this mind This wicked and ****** up mind Will sink farther than yours Under the waves of the graves That has been opened up before me and your once perfect thoughts If there is even such a thing I’m sure you thought that Wear the skin of the corpses That have followed you downtown Into the ****** streets of that town Into the ****** streets of Saint Augustine or Saint Petersburg or Gainesville, Florida I wonder which one I’ll burn away first In the ******* emptiness of my heart Thank you, for beginning the start of my madness Oh well, I’m not sure if it was you that pushed it off I think it was the sick sadness of world that has turned me on The rush I get when I write these words The worse words that connect and form verses That will infect the simplest things that once were the simplest things Before us, but are now just lies and memories Dead men tell no tales. So let the world continue without ever believing that we were real Keep on telling yourself that the past should stay dead Because it will, unless you **** me… And I swear I’ll haunt you. Infinity.
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
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I know that this mind This wicked and ****** up mind Will sink farther than yours Under the waves of the graves That has been opened up before me and your once perfect thoughts If there is even such a thing I’m sure you thought that Wear the skin of the corpses That have followed you downtown Into the ****** streets of that town Into the ****** streets of Saint Augustine or Saint Petersburg or Gainesville, Florida I wonder which one I’ll burn away first In the ******* emptiness of my heart Thank you, for beginning the start of my madness Oh well, I’m not sure if it was you that pushed it off I think it was the sick sadness of world that has turned me on The rush I get when I write these words The worse words that connect and form verses That will infect the simplest things that once were the simplest things Before us, but are now just lies and memories Dead men tell no tales. So let the world continue without ever believing that we were real Keep on telling yourself that the past should stay dead Because it will, unless you **** me… And I swear I’ll haunt you. Infinity.
andrew-mcelroy
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30/M/Australian
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
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