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He was lonely, as was his heart, carver Of wood, he searched upon forest & Glade till before his eyes laid sight of a masterpiece, Home he hurried Carving,   Smoothing, Varnishing Not noticing or ignoring the black knot But unbeknown, this was a deeper Problem. Rotten, decayed black festered Within not showing on the outside, But things are missed in joy, Things that will haunt, but he was finished His boy of wood stood before His so tearful eyes, your only wood Only inanimate, sitting before my weeping eyes. Heard where his whispers Upon a night were they asked back, "You are of sound heart" "You are of compassion" "You will have a son of wood with life in his heart" As he looked upward, A sight befell his reddened eyes "FATHER" Words fell forth unto his ears, "Did you just speak?? "Father" He hugged upon wood given life, "Son" "Son" "A boy of my own given life" "I love you son" "I love you father" His nose grew, leaves sprouted forth, "Aaghhhhh" As Pinocchio snapped what grew forth, And throw it upon the floor, In pain he reeled, "Son be calm" For lies will be greeted by growth Shall a lie be told, only good boys And girls realise that honesty will be rewarded. With that he cuddled his father, you know Not love but I will show you unconditionally Till you understand honesty also love, Upon those words both bedded For the night was late and father was old, But he never slept, upon the floor Part of him that broke off, Now tainted black, As it had succumb to its chosen fate, As he fashioned upon tools A living weapon, "Blackest as night" He felt connected They were apart but one. Into the bedroom he crept, "Father" "Father" "Awaken" Startled old eyes widen, I have a gift, As he plunges it forth, Son whhhhy I loveeee youuu "I am but wooden given life" "Blackness rots inside" "It must feed" For without it I will cease, When I was just cold It was my end no difference to any one. And now given life That is all that matters this night, And with that he ****** into his "Fathers heart" He felt relief inside no more ties But he cried splintered tears upon his Blood they mixed upon the floor He had extinguished his first life. He needed to stem the flow as He felt the veins rooting further Life was his not easily given up, The town fell silent that night, As he fed well, he charred his Finger tips black upon once so tanned, So to feed with both knife and hand. He would travel the world, death in his wake All thought "How unique" "How harmless" "How sweet" But when the hunger craved, Life was bled,  life was ceased All for the rot to not **** this wooden boy "Rotten core in a boys shell" Prey his nose does not grow just a little Because your time in life will be up.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
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Pinocchio (Twisted Fairytales)
He was lonely, as was his heart, carver Of wood, he searched upon forest & Glade till before his eyes laid sight of a masterpiece, Home he hurried Carving,   Smoothing, Varnishing Not noticing or ignoring the black knot But unbeknown, this was a deeper Problem. Rotten, decayed black festered Within not showing on the outside, But things are missed in joy, Things that will haunt, but he was finished His boy of wood stood before His so tearful eyes, your only wood Only inanimate, sitting before my weeping eyes. Heard where his whispers Upon a night were they asked back, "You are of sound heart" "You are of compassion" "You will have a son of wood with life in his heart" As he looked upward, A sight befell his reddened eyes "FATHER" Words fell forth unto his ears, "Did you just speak?? "Father" He hugged upon wood given life, "Son" "Son" "A boy of my own given life" "I love you son" "I love you father" His nose grew, leaves sprouted forth, "Aaghhhhh" As Pinocchio snapped what grew forth, And throw it upon the floor, In pain he reeled, "Son be calm" For lies will be greeted by growth Shall a lie be told, only good boys And girls realise that honesty will be rewarded. With that he cuddled his father, you know Not love but I will show you unconditionally Till you understand honesty also love, Upon those words both bedded For the night was late and father was old, But he never slept, upon the floor Part of him that broke off, Now tainted black, As it had succumb to its chosen fate, As he fashioned upon tools A living weapon, "Blackest as night" He felt connected They were apart but one. Into the bedroom he crept, "Father" "Father" "Awaken" Startled old eyes widen, I have a gift, As he plunges it forth, Son whhhhy I loveeee youuu "I am but wooden given life" "Blackness rots inside" "It must feed" For without it I will cease, When I was just cold It was my end no difference to any one. And now given life That is all that matters this night, And with that he ****** into his "Fathers heart" He felt relief inside no more ties But he cried splintered tears upon his Blood they mixed upon the floor He had extinguished his first life. He needed to stem the flow as He felt the veins rooting further Life was his not easily given up, The town fell silent that night, As he fed well, he charred his Finger tips black upon once so tanned, So to feed with both knife and hand. He would travel the world, death in his wake All thought "How unique" "How harmless" "How sweet" But when the hunger craved, Life was bled,  life was ceased All for the rot to not **** this wooden boy "Rotten core in a boys shell" Prey his nose does not grow just a little Because your time in life will be up.
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