Rahmageddon
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2005
- Messages
- 5
Heathen, with your bag of pills
And your toffee pop biscuits.
You drink the senses from my body
LIke an alcoholic with a taste for meths
With just a dash of milk.
Smoking my inner sanctum of righteousness
With the rasping abrasion of a nail file,
Shielding the threads of life
While hanging by finger tips,
I watch the cut the thistle makes
Like the motorway through the high seas
Awash with sin.
Then is my blindness apparent,
But only to those who see beyond
The immortality of cynicism
With flashes of melting countryside.
Roasting deer and side salads
Of poison ivy,
Restricted breathing of corpses
With more will to live than I.
So breathe my breath
And
Find the love you lack
Look into the darkness
And only the light you will see
In the reflection of my vanity,
For I am all you could want to be.
Fly with an abandon of self-preservation
And you will find nothing more
Than perfection
When you gaze upon me.
And your toffee pop biscuits.
You drink the senses from my body
LIke an alcoholic with a taste for meths
With just a dash of milk.
Smoking my inner sanctum of righteousness
With the rasping abrasion of a nail file,
Shielding the threads of life
While hanging by finger tips,
I watch the cut the thistle makes
Like the motorway through the high seas
Awash with sin.
Then is my blindness apparent,
But only to those who see beyond
The immortality of cynicism
With flashes of melting countryside.
Roasting deer and side salads
Of poison ivy,
Restricted breathing of corpses
With more will to live than I.
So breathe my breath
And
Find the love you lack
Look into the darkness
And only the light you will see
In the reflection of my vanity,
For I am all you could want to be.
Fly with an abandon of self-preservation
And you will find nothing more
Than perfection
When you gaze upon me.
