Tin ManI apologize, my languid friend;here comes an oxide tear again...becoming is not prying, true,but crimson brown is strangely new.Tell me dear, what has been done?This stark corrosion has begunto make it's terror climbing downwith little inclination foundto pull you from your grinding grave...so tell me, how can I help save?If you must know, my heart is no longer battered; no longer bruised. Those who've entered my soul have not destroyed but rather painted a thin coat of ferrum around my heart; I feel not but who can stop the oxides from their taking over? The substance leaks from every pore, and it rots my very core. I nee
The AlbinoHello pudding, I say with a smile.And on this day, you are mine, mine, mine.Brush my hair and comb my teeth;my soul is oh so very neat.Pray with me, brother.Embrace me, my lover.Laugh with me, friend.Your voice is my end.And whilst in this slow reverie, I came upon a man. This man had the features of what is commonly portrayed as "the caveman". His skin was the pale off-white shade of most eggs, although those freckles were what may have been what his skin was at some instance in time, or what it should have been, though before the day of his birth it was decided against; a dark chocolate...fudge. All over, like speckles lefto
Evolution of a Desperate MindI'm apathetic; I feel notI live in a hole, I sit and I rot...I reach out my hands and I look for the light,but my thoughts they are fleeting, and so is my sight.Lord, I am selfish; my body, it burnsWith jealousy boiling, slowly it churns.I'm holding the ball so it doesn't go in,but it's just left me crawling in sorrow and sin.I am a child; my Father is far,for I have grown distant and strangely bizarre.Have I wept enough tears for the blood and the nail?Will I overcome, will the demons prevail?Everything bothers me; feeding my rage,I'm better off left in the elephant cage.My behaviour's a show and my thoughts, a pa