Meatpuppet
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2002
- Messages
- 368
We’re just raping our mothers
a whole generation
Invading the entrails of our origins
Ripping flesh, a forceful union
A mascara tear runs to a bruised swollen lip
FUCK FUCK CUM YOU BITCH
A release through the pours…
..and through this shaft
libertine perversity in her leather restraints
breasts cast shadows from lunar light
paralyzed seizure in the disease
rending her sobs with our light laughter
as we morbidly paint a smile of her face
with an opaque lip stick
-------------------
Perfect and Ripe
Just before decay
A new consciousness kill the old
The most painful thing to accept
The agony of change
When I awake
A new day will dawn
And tomorrow will be closer
Than yesterday
--------------
I Don’t want it I just need it
A sperm decorated clitoris
Pleasures in horrors of an orifice
Exquisite delights, libertine I shall become
In instances of sweat, fire, and cum
An obsession of an erection
Morally straight jacketed against satisfaction
The quiver of a tramp freshly moistened
Prodigiously loving oral fixations
Penetrate and desecrate flesh caves
Fuck, forgetting meaning of behave
The grip of a sluts entrails, a duplicity
As both burn with lubricity
A plague in my cells, a WHOREMOAN
Can’t refrain, let it go and moan
Nails tearing flesh in to the crevices
Asses, cunts, picking virtues lesser than vices
Stealing maiden heads in quintet couplings
Rotten the fruits, in a vaginal masturbating
A design of my death, wrath of sexuality
All buried in my perversions, hidden in my duality
-------------
"abashed the devil stood...
and felt how awful goodness is"
you have all instilled into me
ashamed to believe and frightened to love
make me feel i'm weak to have a morality
can't just let me be who i need to be
taking pleasure in horrid things to put me through
make me look in the mirror, and not recognize who
i truly fucken am
knife in my heart, keep twisting its jagged edges
never allow it to be removed
an endless supply of blood...
it keeps pouring, and pouring
tears keep flowing, blood letting to make sure i'm alive
so "..he apiled upon the whale's white helm
and summoned all the rage and hate
if his chest had been a cannon
he would have fired his heart upon it"
a whole generation
Invading the entrails of our origins
Ripping flesh, a forceful union
A mascara tear runs to a bruised swollen lip
FUCK FUCK CUM YOU BITCH
A release through the pours…
..and through this shaft
libertine perversity in her leather restraints
breasts cast shadows from lunar light
paralyzed seizure in the disease
rending her sobs with our light laughter
as we morbidly paint a smile of her face
with an opaque lip stick
-------------------
Perfect and Ripe
Just before decay
A new consciousness kill the old
The most painful thing to accept
The agony of change
When I awake
A new day will dawn
And tomorrow will be closer
Than yesterday
--------------
I Don’t want it I just need it
A sperm decorated clitoris
Pleasures in horrors of an orifice
Exquisite delights, libertine I shall become
In instances of sweat, fire, and cum
An obsession of an erection
Morally straight jacketed against satisfaction
The quiver of a tramp freshly moistened
Prodigiously loving oral fixations
Penetrate and desecrate flesh caves
Fuck, forgetting meaning of behave
The grip of a sluts entrails, a duplicity
As both burn with lubricity
A plague in my cells, a WHOREMOAN
Can’t refrain, let it go and moan
Nails tearing flesh in to the crevices
Asses, cunts, picking virtues lesser than vices
Stealing maiden heads in quintet couplings
Rotten the fruits, in a vaginal masturbating
A design of my death, wrath of sexuality
All buried in my perversions, hidden in my duality
-------------
"abashed the devil stood...
and felt how awful goodness is"
you have all instilled into me
ashamed to believe and frightened to love
make me feel i'm weak to have a morality
can't just let me be who i need to be
taking pleasure in horrid things to put me through
make me look in the mirror, and not recognize who
i truly fucken am
knife in my heart, keep twisting its jagged edges
never allow it to be removed
an endless supply of blood...
it keeps pouring, and pouring
tears keep flowing, blood letting to make sure i'm alive
so "..he apiled upon the whale's white helm
and summoned all the rage and hate
if his chest had been a cannon
he would have fired his heart upon it"
