Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The Song

me: i raise my head and i see a pigeon pooing on me
ming: his eyes drop out of his sockets and they dangle above the cold black nothingness
me: the poo goes creeping into his very empty hole where his shrivelled heart used to lie~
Ming: His brain leaps from his shell of which the great population of female used to cower at
I'm dry
Me: 'he's dry 'he cries as the last drops of brain juice dries beneath his eye
he's sorry
he cries
so sorry
Ming: Whatta?
Me: whatta is his distorted cry for water
oh pure sweet whatta where art thou??!
Ming: Prithee, kiss my putrid lips before railway tracks rot it all
Me: oh why fair whatta did you leave me be??
to tired to die to cowardly to live?
Ming: The poison of your love
Will it let me die?
The destruction behind your words
Do I have to fight?
Me:oh shriveled nightshade oh belladona drops i know not why i cry your names but i'll just sing along coz this is part of de song~
Ming: oh coup de grace, feed me now, let your love kill me, find me and make that when I find myself.
Me: coup de grace doesnt fit for if i had my way i'd strike you down here and now for graceful this coup is not
Ming: @.@
Me depressed
Me: she said with rolly @ for eyes
depressed she cries for the coupy grace that is not hers to take
Ming: D::::::::::::::::::
WHAT?
D:
D:
D:
Me:she stares dismal
oh emoticons oh smiley faces of her graces
Ming: Light pours down onto me as creosote stars stole the night away
Hide, baby, hide
Don't let the world judge you, they understand nothing
Light pours down onto me as creosote stars stole the night away
Hide, baby, hide
Don't let the world judge you, they understand nothing
Me:and yet the concept of judgement is not in your hands
Ming: My life, it's a song, the essence of misery, of which I don't get to be the girl you fall in love with
Dodging, veering, darkness welcomes but her lips too sweet
It's never been there, diagnosed with coup de grace, a silent dream
NOOOO
Me: who is to the bearer of the mirror to know the ultimate truth?
Ming: Do not dechiper

Smash guitars

-End-

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