limping slowly into the face of
the oncoming stormfront
his cursing voice carries loud and far across
the expanse of asphalt and filthy puddles
his words twisted
and meanings stillborn
but his foul cursing always comes clean and clear
its a point of pride and joy in his small blackened heart
it replaces all the loves wrest from him by stronger fingers than his
they always have stronger fingers don't they
where do you keep animals on a farm
she inquires from the back of his mad mind
where should you be you rough beast on such a fine summer day
but in the cool shadows of infested filth hole
like an insect
her fantasy face fades with its dark smile
swearing oaths of bitter vengeance
to every accursed face that has ever
bent a wicked eye his unworthy way
and degrading the family name of
every wretched leech ever spawned by
loathsome **** feasting ex-girlfriend
now i must pause this bitter dregs for
the smile which such spewing rancid must bring
hand in hand like twin sisters the tell
of the places me and this mad mans mind have gone
in these strange face nights
its very cold in here
and i am in a great deal of pain
but thru the thick window
i see him limping thru the alternating
sun and cloud shadow across the anvil of the lot
to pull me from this broken fate
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
limping slowly into the face of
the oncoming stormfront
his cursing voice carries loud and far across
the expanse of asphalt and filthy puddles
his words twisted
and meanings stillborn
but his foul cursing always comes clean and clear
its a point of pride and joy in his small blackened heart
it replaces all the loves wrest from him by stronger fingers than his
they always have stronger fingers don't they
where do you keep animals on a farm
she inquires from the back of his mad mind
where should you be you rough beast on such a fine summer day
but in the cool shadows of infested filth hole
like an insect
her fantasy face fades with its dark smile
swearing oaths of bitter vengeance
to every accursed face that has ever
bent a wicked eye his unworthy way
and degrading the family name of
every wretched leech ever spawned by
loathsome **** feasting ex-girlfriend
now i must pause this bitter dregs for
the smile which such spewing rancid must bring
hand in hand like twin sisters the tell
of the places me and this mad mans mind have gone
in these strange face nights
its very cold in here
and i am in a great deal of pain
but thru the thick window
i see him limping thru the alternating
sun and cloud shadow across the anvil of the lot
to pull me from this broken fate
pardon my 'french' so to speak, i'm having a rather interesting day
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