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I place her gently on the counter Defiantly bait complacent eyes But ... They have   often seen my sort Likes of me they do despise “Take a seat” she spits at me Such venom makes me smirk I size up my surroundings Maybe now I’ll go berserk? You see .. I dally with Dark Demons Devil Deep Blue Sea A lifetime lived in purgatory Why does no one hear my plea? *Help me Help me Help me I’m drowning in the mire Throw me out a lifeline Before my will expires* Cherubic eyes start taunting me Pierce my hardened shell I beg you to extract me From this hell in which I dwell *I often dream this dream   Surreal and quite sublime Where the essence of my character Transports to another time Bonny hats Crinoline In my pocket sits a key I stroll out into the garden Wait by the old oak tree Watch the boy approaching From the distance on his mare Close my eyes Count to ten Recite the lord’s great prayer Soon he is upon me I hand him now the key And as I stare into his eyes I see that the boy is* me I don’t know what it means But it tends to soothe the pain Until the cycle Fires up Vitriolic rain Pollutes my brain *Help me Help me Help me I’m drowning in the mire Throw me out a lifeline Before my will expires* I start to scream I start to shout I know with them I have no clout We all go through the motions We all have a part to play I give a star performance They know I’ll rue this day Soon I’m bound and gagged Contained within a cell And if you listen very carefully You’ll hear the sound of the Death Knell …
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Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 2:35 AM UTC
Death Knell
I place her gently on the counter Defiantly bait complacent eyes But ... They have   often seen my sort Likes of me they do despise “Take a seat” she spits at me Such venom makes me smirk I size up my surroundings Maybe now I’ll go berserk? You see .. I dally with Dark Demons Devil Deep Blue Sea A lifetime lived in purgatory Why does no one hear my plea? *Help me Help me Help me I’m drowning in the mire Throw me out a lifeline Before my will expires* Cherubic eyes start taunting me Pierce my hardened shell I beg you to extract me From this hell in which I dwell *I often dream this dream   Surreal and quite sublime Where the essence of my character Transports to another time Bonny hats Crinoline In my pocket sits a key I stroll out into the garden Wait by the old oak tree Watch the boy approaching From the distance on his mare Close my eyes Count to ten Recite the lord’s great prayer Soon he is upon me I hand him now the key And as I stare into his eyes I see that the boy is* me I don’t know what it means But it tends to soothe the pain Until the cycle Fires up Vitriolic rain Pollutes my brain *Help me Help me Help me I’m drowning in the mire Throw me out a lifeline Before my will expires* I start to scream I start to shout I know with them I have no clout We all go through the motions We all have a part to play I give a star performance They know I’ll rue this day Soon I’m bound and gagged Contained within a cell And if you listen very carefully You’ll hear the sound of the Death Knell …
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bathsheba
English
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 2:35 AM UTC
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