Friday, November 19, 2010

137th- Find your way back home.

I'll smite thee,
and i'll fight he.
I'll despise she,
Just to show that i'm not sinned.

A hidden disguise is portrayed in front of your eyes.
Forbidden demise lies in the future of mine.
Dine in hell fire, Cuisine with red wine.
Soaked in crimson blood, from the fashion of a design.

We're ALL victims of peer pressure? oh how true.
We wanna fit in? I'll spit on your porch and leather shoe.
But so few observe what we're turning into.
copies of ourselves... How pitiful. :/

We had the key.
But some traded it for 'free',
in return we get a fancier door,
One which we cannot open, cause we're left with no key.

Jerking off at...
9:47 PM