Sharp knives stab me.
Electrifying all my senses.
I love the feeling that I get.
Others play for pleasure.
I play for fun.
You would be surprised here.
In this game who really has won?
The giver, the seller the pot collector.
Any way I can score is when i open up hells door.
Kicking and screaming I want the purest taste of the demon.
He'll rattle my brain cells dead in my head.
Licking at my finger tips.
I want this feeling to never end.
The Ride
The Journey the long lost friend.
Dance with him i pleasure him.
Urging him for more.
I want the feeling I once truly had.
I looked up to this evil Father I called dad.
He touched me and toyed with me.
I became a better drinker.
He suckered me and ******** me.
And called me Little Tinker.
Bell was in hell next to me all for free.
No one bothered hell
With its king next to me.
He ******** me up to the sky.
And reeled me back in.
Once I got so high I thought I'd never
fall back.
Forcefully he punched me for no reason.
He loved to play games in his killing spree season.
I lay by his side next too poor Bell.
Who some how manage to overdose in hell.
How unlucky can she be?
I noticed something from the corner my eye.
I could believe the sight I see my daddy cheated me.
He found another sinker.
A ******** no life Tinker,
In my own Coked up dream.
Damn I'm such a fiend.
 A t e l i c E n i g m a · Sat Aug 22, 2009 @ 11:52am · 0 Comments |
