There's a thick layer of **** all in there air today.
Or is it just me?
A quiet lack of solitude in an empty room.
Or is it just me?
Cut outs of magazine smiles, pasted to angry faces.
Or is it just me?
I feel the need to be alone.
Who's coming with me?

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I'm lying in bed just rubbing my ****, hoping you'll give it just one tiny lick.... I think of your skin and soft supple ***, and how I wish I could tear you in half... I'm laying in bed now stroking my ****, wont you come over and sit on it a bit? Just sit back and enjoy, I'll do all the work, I'll play with your **** and make you hurt... it hurts so good is what you'll tell me I hope, and after you ***, I'll *** down your throat... we'll lay in my bed after we've had our fun, spooning and such until what's that? Yeah Its my tongue...

Do you feel the urge?
The need to purge.
Those feelings of lust.
To put out the fire that Burns.
Lay gently and open up
To my words and my touch.
And feel the words that I speak, against your soft blushed cheek.

As I wander through life I'll stop to daydream that instead of people that surround me they're dandelions and I'm standing tall above them and walking through the field in which they're planted, but as I'm walking I see something bright in the distance floating in the wind as if it were dancing, floating higher than my arms can reach... I start to run towards it and that's when I see... Its a purple daisy, So bright and free, as It dances in the wind I attempt to cut in, but It needs no help no partner to dance with... I want to catch it and keep it, to show the world that there's beauty out there...  but... its gone just as fast as It came, floating with the wind that carried it my way.

Here I lay in bed again, a bed I shared with one true friend...
A friend whose soul was pure and bright, but here I lay, alone tonight...
I lay alone cause my one true friend, betrayed me twice then once again...

She sits and she waits
for her bus to return. Looking quite nice, and feels there's no time left to burn.
Alone at night, impatiently waiting the time to be right.
To hop aboard the Right transit, where she'll happily sit.
She'll take that ride and hope for the best, she jumped on this bus without proper time to rest.
For the destination is clear, its where her heart has been left.
The problem then lies on her directions you see.
Her heart now lies in a place that was safe.
She took that journey so blindly and carefree.
She knows what she'll find when she reaches her end.
What will you find? And can you say, without the help of pretend?

It's been a while,
Random memories layed out like tiles.
Infesting the solitude I yearn to find; the place I can't go, the place in my mind.