TK
06/21/07, 01:22 AM
A haunted form creeps through wooden halls
Without a conscience for the time, without one at all
Using dirty hands to catch his useless spit
Feeling so good, but the ending result makes it sick
By tossing all the important guilt into the trash
And burying it along the given up hash
That makes nightmares as much as love
Through broken lips and split open arms
That gives as much pleasure as it harms
And as much freedom as chains
By corrupting the thoughts of thousands of brains
And letting loose the demons that the poison contains
Till the next fix
Those finger legs will walk through the empty alleyways
In search of a poision treat hidden behind all the green
Or the pocket of unwanted deeds
But he will still do whatever it takes
Because it is what he needs
It is who he is
And all because of one occasion
Of breathing dirty air through the lungs
Because of the pressure of friendly tounges
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Feel free to be as brutally honest as you can, because I really wouldn't care. I wrote this in about 5 minutes, and haven't edited it, changed it in anyway, or even read through it yet, and thought it be fun to see what people think of the orginal "idea" of the poem before I change it or add more lines/take lines out.
Without a conscience for the time, without one at all
Using dirty hands to catch his useless spit
Feeling so good, but the ending result makes it sick
By tossing all the important guilt into the trash
And burying it along the given up hash
That makes nightmares as much as love
Through broken lips and split open arms
That gives as much pleasure as it harms
And as much freedom as chains
By corrupting the thoughts of thousands of brains
And letting loose the demons that the poison contains
Till the next fix
Those finger legs will walk through the empty alleyways
In search of a poision treat hidden behind all the green
Or the pocket of unwanted deeds
But he will still do whatever it takes
Because it is what he needs
It is who he is
And all because of one occasion
Of breathing dirty air through the lungs
Because of the pressure of friendly tounges
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Feel free to be as brutally honest as you can, because I really wouldn't care. I wrote this in about 5 minutes, and haven't edited it, changed it in anyway, or even read through it yet, and thought it be fun to see what people think of the orginal "idea" of the poem before I change it or add more lines/take lines out.