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Idlewarrior
08/31/08, 03:16 PM
The way you tease me, pulling up your skirt
My eyes tenderly seek the gash hiding underneath
Those layers of clothing that play and hurt
They melt away, my tongue rolls in my cheeks
Broiling with tension, I gasp to speak
"Baby girl, I know we can make it work"

A falling sensation enthralls my aroused mind
A vibration takes over, I'm kicking the can
In a wake of movement to make my stand
I hit the street with speed, I am entwined

The pavement swallowed my soles
A lake of asphalt to carry my weight
I slip into the tar pit, Like Moles
My eyes, vacuous black holes, That take and take

The darkness left me without feet
But I knew the way was long
When time commanded, we would meet
Halfway to my house, Walking, Walking strong

At the first sight of crows and vultures
I made my departure, I said
"Lizards with wings. How unsettling!"
Out by my backyard you said
"The puppets face looks so sad, sad and Butchered!"

To hell with you, from every strand
Of my hair, I will be back again to finish you
Like a warm plate of food gone bad
In my bowels you'll die, Fight thy innards

Shrieking a sound that makes the devil cry
I smiled and wept, happy for the first time in my life
I heard that night, you took to the sky in a cloud of smoke
I think you should know, flying kites can loose its' Woe
When you're nothing, Nothing but a ho
A glow from the end of a cigarette
Cascading to the rut, showering the cement with gold

If knowledge is power, than I am raw
and sick with an illness, one that bores
to the core, like a rat it gnaws
My vitals drop till flat line, I'm going agains my Fore

Shadowed death debt upbringing
Look atop, my skull is splitting
See what I am, An animal corpse
Just like Hannibal, I eat my words

Taken for granted, Aim for the worst
Case scenario, My inaction implanted
My role, so sterio typical, is shaped as psychotic
The hammer that judges, falls short like aquatic
Mammals on the shore, Just add water

And like a favor that's owed, a wish be given
The dead ones have risen, from the abortion clinic
These soul less children have escaped gods' eyes
With nothing to fear but the lovers inclined
who insisted on getting reproductively high

The grave yard jars lined up the parasites
lying dormant inside with no chance of life
Like me when I dance to the passing of time
Like me and this romance of mine

Idlewarrior
08/31/08, 03:26 PM
Heh, I misspelt the title, it's, "Identified By the Way You Lie in the Dirt (Playing CSI in my mind)" my bad

Alex Djaferis
08/31/08, 04:27 PM
the title is kind of horrible...

and the second line is pretty hilariously nasty.

i'll read it through later but im kind of not in the right frame of mind to care after those two obvservations.

OldJersey
08/31/08, 04:30 PM
Im sorry but.....no.

Idlewarrior
08/31/08, 04:41 PM
Eh, my titles are generally amazing, but this one does have a kind of mediocre title, and what do you mean no? no about what? did you even read it? those first 2 lines do not carry the writings mood, it's just a fast paced aroma I wanted to put down xD