Muddy, Sickly, Sickened
By Johnny-Ray
Don’t mind me, it’s the slimy haggard inside me
Attempting to hide me.I
n a moat’s cloak revoked
I’m the oath you swore for the very last time
I’ll come out clean, out the ravine
And scene, I’ll start the whole acting thing
Where there, I’ll wait in ware
That these eyelids will not sweat a stare
Ready the incense, flash your license
I’ll speak the nonsense, than pay this life’s rent
Is this what god meant when he then spent
His last dollars and cents, just to make us repent
Muddy, Sickly, Sickened, I wait…
The rest is due in time in late night rapes and lies
Midnight bridle wears safe, tonight’s trial of your rape
Sweating glass, you could just pass time while you fast
The moments you had praised last
and harass him to the point where you just ask
Why is death so far away?
My solace decays…Dark defiles for the sake,
tasting, smiling of your rape
Nightmare and escapes, along with the yellow tape
That clearly states this rape
See you flagging your estate,
trickster trials and traits
That always bide their bait, the gap would elongate
Then darkness is the standing fate
Muddy, Sickly, Sickened I wait
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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