Rantings
Arrgh
ooohh Yea
ooohh... haaa
oh yea
pop, pop, pop...
Grrrra,
trembling again
baa...
more like (don't)
convulsing
haarah
like pistons
pumping my legs
so hard
my heads going to fall off.
Wanna,
gotta,
want to,
got to,
SCREAM!!
Pain must
be infatuated with me,
you can tell
by all the time
it spends with me.
1, me, one, I, 131,
must learn to keep
emotions in
their rotting,
moldy holes
where they
can't be opening no doors
'cause no one has invented
a disinfectant
for the brain,
oooh yea.
When their down there
at least they only
bounce around,
compact dirt,
and roots of evil
can't be hurt.
Crazy is
as crazy does,
and only the livestock
are happy.
You know
I love that
sickening, spinning feeling
in my head,
you know the won,
yea,
when you want to
rip out
your own throat,
I love how it
dances on tiptoes
in shoes made
of cement and steel
(so as not to disturb you),
but bite your tongue
and close your mouth
for no one else needs to hear,
just let it rip through
your body
like a flamethrower
over kerosene and flares.
Burn,
Grrooohh yea.
I thought
I had turned
my heart to stone,
but I must have
only coated it
in brittle plaster,
Sucks for me!
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