High school stroll

 

 

Cheering hall's are filled with walking manikan's

     Doll's, your not alive

Their fancy skin's adorned with feathers

The paint they smeer on their soft faces

Their smiles are endless, false pride is bountiful here

 

The door's here are hard, colder than stone

The poet's here are all massacured

Their ear's taken as trophies of status and pride for the ignorant

The artist's here drink the urine of b*****d's

Kind hearted girl's and romantic's hang from the tree's

     " Look out the window!"

They lean against the walls, kissing the pictures of their father's

"She kissed it on the toungue"

They sit and wait, their eyes empty with nothing

Nothing

Nothing nothing is left for this beauty

Her youththful trap rightfully violated by some stranger

Her lover still

She dances on her heel's nude, now love her

HAHAHAH!!!

 

Weapon's are hidden in the shell's of these turtles

These lies, these children are lieing

 

Their conversations insult true knowlege

Their intrest's unintrest me, they spit on my bare chest

I am held down in the yard

      Forced to dry out, like a suffocated tuna stinking the yard

 

Pirates and theives hang w****s by their ponytail's

They hang and swing from the tree's outside

I watch them cheerfully scream, ripping hair from their skulls

I grew tired of hearing them laugh

I grow tired of hering the voices in this place

 

They echo down these halls

      Vast and rude

I dream of soldiers marching through the door

 

They wage war against this building

       And it's decipol's

They slaughter, rape, destroy these children

They burn graves, set fire to pits in the ground filled with gasoline

 

I care not for the demand's of my mother

Her demanding smile

She's irrational, she walk's down the darkened busy street

                                      Blind folded

 

Gladly i walk wires strained with sin

I am responsibal , souly, for the runining of his young girl

Her life ruined by my decision to let her drown

She drowned in a pool of edibal poison

    And emerged less of whatever she was before

 

Where have all the philosophers gone?

Where have all my friend's disappeared too?

Im intolerant of your f*****g lips, chapped and rotted

They constantly make enemies of me

 

Kiss me on the forehead so you can taste true insainty, i like it