A Foolish Dream, And Hard FactA Foolish Dream, And Hard FactA Foolish Dream, And Hard Fact
Your Thoughts And ideas So Sticky And Sweet Picking Your Mind Really Will Be A Lovely Treat And If I May Be So Bold As To Declare That You Sound Like That Whispering Bag Of Hot Air
My Thinks The Lady Doth Protest To Much With Your Talk Of Togetherness And Such Even If The Minds Be Sharp And Gifted The Human Mind Is Still Sick And Twisted
You Write Of Oppression But What You Don’t Know, Is That’s A Form Of Expression It’s a Pure Expression Of Fear Fear Of That Which Is Different, Odd, Or Unclear
The-Winds-HypocriteThe-Winds-HypocriteThe-Winds-Hypocrite
Who Are You To Criticize The Devil Who’s Methods, Unknown To You Has Lessons And Morals That Hold True In The Real World Instead Of This Fantasy Life To Which You Cling And You Wonder Why The Gods Only Have Sadness To Bring If You Would Pay Attention, You Would See The These Things You Bring Upon Yourself Most Of Your Pain Self-inflicted On Your Poor Soul, Tortured Needlessly And Without End
If At First You Dont Succeed..If At First You Don't Succeed, Destroy All Evidence That You TriedIf At First You Dont Succeed..
If my time on this god forsaken spit of land has taught me something It’s with a shovel you can fix anything Because if at first you don’t succeed Then its best to destroy all evidence that you ever tried Say you fancy a girl of taste and wit And you told her all your secretes like an idiot Now she knows too much but she’s in love What happens when she falls out Do you kill her? Do you bury her? Or all of the above Some things are just best to be laid to rest Like an annoying gue
A Match Made In HeavenA Match Made In HeavenA Match Made In Heaven
I Love How My Loss Is Always Your Gain And I Love How My Pleasure Is Always Your Pain We Are Like Ying And Yang, Black And White Each Bringing The Other To Pleasures Height
I Love It When You Crack The Whip And I Love To See The Mark On Your Hip Whips, Chains, And Leather Toys These Are Our Tools, Things Not Made For Little Boys
We Communicate Love With A Scream And Moan That’s All We Need To Know That Love Is Being Shown What Is Love, What Is Lust, And What Do We Need Love Is For The Soul, Lust For The Body, But Both We Must Fe
--
I’m The Voice That You Never Want To Hear
I’m The Devil Whispering In Your Ear
I’ll Tell You How To Get What You Want, Whatever Your Pleasure
And Your Soul Is All I Will Treasure
anytime :]
...i guess not :\ heh, there was great competition too. i liked your poem though
--
I’m The Voice That You Never Want To Hear
I’m The Devil Whispering In Your Ear
I’ll Tell You How To Get What You Want, Whatever Your Pleasure
And Your Soul Is All I Will Treasure
Previous PageNext Page