Rules and Regulations
Good Luck!
Rules and Regulations
Good Luck!
Legendary Song - Winter Snow
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sup bitch... round 2?
re-re-remix. Ill make it more interesting this time. I guess these folks cant follow my flow when I make it complicated.
Scytsophrenia
Come Whatever May
By: Cry
No urges to die, burn alive.. stick a gun to her tooth
to be electrified clean, or to jump from a roof
just something to do... her biggest question to answer
and come whatever may? it'd be evident after
She'd been told of everything... every dream, every lie
despite suicide notes by her bedside every night
begging knife... to cut inside a life that was fine
she only wrote 'em to see what the hype was to write
a line that decides the direction of a bullet
dyin' to trigger perspective... and then pull it
until thousands are pullin'-- with the barrel close..
be it heaven, or believing we'll be feral ghosts
without a heir to show unless it splatters the wall..
phlegm, blood, brain... it's a matter mixed ball
then after it all?? there's a funeral and pity
which any writer could argue is beautiful and gritty...
like a view of the big city, where urges will you back
fallin' and rememberin' it bein' perfect 'til you land...
Damn...
but back to her... she's attatched to work
and is more than happy doing what's asked of her
'cause she lacks the hurt... and thinks in the act
the pain of letting go is just a thing of the past
a bleep on the map... trashin' agonizing thoughts
she has an open mind with no knack for finding God
if she did.. she'd go even further back and find the plot
sift through every mishap and lightnin' rod...
defying laws and proving gravity wrong
she wouldn't kill herself
...maybe with a toothbrush to keep a cavity gone
but she laughs and she's hot, no problem with her looks
never drown out the sound of a song that isn't good..
honest, understood... her heart is beatin' fully
never hang on the thought of bein' bullied
never sully herself with simple worries like that shit...
never quit her job to start working the trash bin
suicide's not her passion, nor's the feel of the pen
it's curiosity for what's next... and a thrill for The End
No urges to die, burn alive.. stick a gun to her tooth
to be electrified clean, or to jump from a roof
just something to do... her biggest question to answer
and come whatever may? it'd be evident after
http://i991.photobucket.com/albums/a...ures/death.png
peace...
Last edited by Cody Nash; April 28th, 2010 at 12:30 AM
Cry advances. Disappointed in Topic.
Legendary Song - Winter Snow
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