Your Negotiating Skills are Impeccable My Friend

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rage;love;clark
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rage;love;clark
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Posts: 494
April 13th, 2008 at 09:26pm
The back of your throat is a hotbed for malcontents

Festering, making your lies

And to think that all of this one day could make you fall

Tack on one more thing to despise

Each blink of those eyelashes, no matter how fake

Can make all the pain become real

And each ounce of blood that flows through your veins

Can make all your skin start to peel

How long have I been here, oh just long enough

To notice you're drunken with rage

And now that I've witnessed this broken routine

I've realized all things heal with age

So shatter your wine glass and raise the salute

The one that your teachers explained

Because nothing you do is the least resolute

And your cheeks are wetter than rain

Remember the three R's, rest, relax, and risk

And try to apply them to him

Because patrons and heroes are all after this

The girl who will fuck on a whim

Blisters and splinters, we have all become pigs

In a slaughterhouse built just our size

The daggers and hatchets are reaching their targets

And there's nothing to do now but cry

Can you feel yourself crying out under your skin

Poking and prodding your flesh

You don't have demons or spirits within

You're just a bloodthirsty wretch

I wish I could comfort you, really I do

But there isn't much here to console

You're vile and putrid a scumbag to boot

A song made of pure sour notes

If your eyes are red, put a hole in your head

And then all our problems are solved

Because you know as I do, the cameras remind you

That you were a mistake all along

Your eyes open wide as your legs do at night

But closing them makes you believe

There's something inside that makes it all right

You think as your chest starts to heave

He's close to exploding, you're close to eroding

And everything is getting too fast

His eyes are glowing, and dermis is showing

As you wonder how long he will last

Sweat's being transferred, and what are his hands for

Perhaps it's to keep you pinned down

Because soon as you let up, he won't let you get up

And this is your place in his rounds

Gather yourself on this mystical journey

Through blood, fucks, tears, breaks and shame

In a matter of seconds you'll reside in a gurney

With a toe tag that spells out your name

We've all seen it happen, and I'll let you know

You're not the worst that I've seen

So back in line, and don't waste my time

And don't let your hate intervene
Rockaway Beach
Jackass
Rockaway Beach
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 1279
April 15th, 2008 at 06:15pm
This is beautiful.
There's no other word to describe it.
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