trap.
01-31-2013, 08:02 PM
Square:
TOPIC: You are a victim of Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria Syndrome* and confined to a wheelchair because of your disability. Because of this disease, your family has disowned you and your social life is non-existent. Knowing you have little life left to live, and with nothing to lose, you lure a group of homeless people to an abandoned warehouse using a false promise, but with plans to kill them all. Why? ... You hope that these people will haunt you after they pass, thus lending proof to an afterlife, and extinguishing your fear of death. Only, after the people arrive, you realize something is very wrong. These people are not who you thought they'd be... they may even seem... familiar...
*Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria syndrome is an extremely rare genetic condition which causes physical changes that resemble greatly accelerated aging in sufferers.
Do you know what it's like?
There I am, aged 4. The world is staged for,
made for kids to run like that -- that fast,
on the open grass, that even after they pass
their smiles lasts a while in the air they're cast.
Then he trips on the grass, his face collides
thru the surface, into the pool on the other side
and he's 9, and he's fine, just trying to learn to swim.
This pool he's in is the one his dad made for him
laboring in the backyard, the sun digging his skin
shovelling out that dirt, the same kind used to bury her
his mother, into the earth, along with all my hurt
But not forgiving cuz then he was only 16, his lips been
bleeding from all the screams he's biting in,
a way to fix things is none and staying home as a sick teen,
the window's ajar, staring out at the cars
close and yet so far, at them sounds gliding on tar
at them wheels going around, close my eyes and I found
two wheels on my sides now, locked from waist down
and I'm 22, and look where I'm sent to
I was only a body to attend to, so the only explanation was he "had to".
A place to vent to? An old man with a bent tooth,
we started talking a bit. He's been here for 10. And I've been here.. for 6.
Everyone's looking to mix,
And by the time I found a fit, I was nearing 36.
My life is a book with all the pages torn out. A way it never oughta be.
If you feel my narration was accelerated,
skip every 4 lines to feel the proper speed.
So what's my plan? With my life down the can,
there must be something else to give a damn.
So when shit hits the fan, look for the receipt.
It won't be long til my time to go beneath
and I believe I should cash in my death, not my life.
This fight may be already over, but after life --
the door, the light -- must be proven before I die.
Life was unfair to me, but death?
Would you let.. yourself be cheated twice, again?
So I had to test.
I got a few people here, plus this handgun.
I've sealed the place down, and no where they can run.
Let them damn one. They can come back and haunt me then.
All I need is proof that this isn't the end.
The hour hand hit ten, and my gun.. clipped bang.
One shot after another, three shots to their heads.
I felt no guilty conscience. Conscience was a luxury I couldn't afford to have.
Instead, I just waited for the smoke to clear
but here..
were not 3 dead people, but 3 smiling faces. Alive and fit.
Did I miss? Or was my mind playing a trick?
I unloaded rounds and rounds of clips, and.. still the same.
Then of the 3, one slowly closed in. A dame.
Not understanding, I studied her face. Still smiling, still unchanged.
It's a face I've seen.. where has it been?
And then it struck.
I remember. The last time I saw her, I was only 16.
I must have lost a few pages towards the end.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
It all makes sense now.
I've really missed you.
And so did I, dear.
[sQ]
Universe:
Quote:
Originally Posted by serge
... youre jeffrey dahmer and square is your next in-house victim. dive into the way you drill his skull open and pour battery acid into his skull so he can be your sex slave and whatever else dahmer was notorious for....but add your own twist...
“I couldn't find any meaning for my life when I was out there. I'm sure as hell not going to find it in here. This is the grand finale of a life poorly spent and the end result is just overwhelmingly depressing... it's just a sick, pathetic, wretched, miserable life story, that's all it is. How it can help anyone, I have no idea." - Jeffrey Dahmer
......
Had a strange obsession, handcuffs my favorite weapon
If pain is hidden when circulation’s cut, I take exception
Veins just bled; fact is, there’s no reaction if I ask him
His tongue’s in a vat of acid; black skin in my trash bin
After I had dinner, I slept it off to digest his bicep
The clock struck six; I wept and put my dick inside him
Cock comes quick; yet my greed saves the kid for later
Been dead five weeks, his head I keep in the refrigerator
Get Serge restrained in ropes now, his nerves are frayed
I work at eight; to start my day I choke down a vertebrae
“I g-got Aids” I heard him say with seductive trepidation
I give him head and rape him, then conduct a trepanation
Place him under sheets; I drill three holes, a couple leak
So what? He’s half black… really not my cup a tea
For company, I turned around the heads on my mantle
Fed on a mandible in an altar surrounded by candles
Guess I’m a cannibal, but hunger still breeds an onus
Will need to focus to give Square a subdural hematoma
Once it turns to a coma, I master bate to his dead body
My drill exposes his dura mater, creating this sex zombie
It’s got me stiff; picturing how his tongue is ripped out
He sucks this dick for one minute, I come in his mouth
If found, I realize I’ll need a perfectly formed alibi
In short supply, like his penis preserved in formaldehyde
Well, it’s time; eight o’clock is when Emmit Rage calls
“You late, Dahm” he says, “Did you quit your day job?”
“Hi Emmit, just hang on” I say, “I am leaving directly”
“Bring a drill Jeffrey, it’s a violent scene I’m directing”
“Thank God”; I drop this phone and pull the closet open
A wall is loaded with Polaroid’s, boys in bondage poses
“What is it you chose to wear”? he asks talking real slow
I lift the phone, grabbing a silk robe and a strap-on dildo
Serge:
IM HERE NIGAGS IM HERE
you are an alcoholic, and recently, you dont remember anything after getting wasted. yesterday you got plastered again, but this morning you wake up, naked, ..in your mom's bed. you are confused, trying to figure out a way this is possible, and find out that she's naked too, and the bed has stains all over it. your brain just stopped reacting and says, oh. my. god.
..the twist is, she is blind. and you think that she mistook you for your father. at least, you HOPE she mistook you.
i sip daily the way daniel podobed records
hangover, shivers from the liquer that the liver absorbs
yawn n stretch, feel something to the left
a tit? my luck, coyote ugly....drunken sex
i look to the side...am i dreaming or dead?
as pacs ''dear mama'' starts to play in my head
.........
........
..........................
........
......
WHAT THE FUCK????
i should be worried, nasty fuck, worry you should
but the only thing im thinkin now is ''was she any good?''
crossed a line...when i die there'll be no heaven
but this explains me being breast fed till i was 11
shed kiss me in the mouth...others' mothers did with theirs
but shed wink, sway her hip n stroke her hand through my hair
that was goodbye before school....im serge from connecticut
a smarty art museum buff whos favorite book was oedipus
...oedipus....that explains even more
no wonder shed kiss me int he neck as i did all my chores
she lost her sight, i dropped out and damn near lost my mind
startin drinkin like crazy since she went n turned blind
i mean cmon....how could i not love her???
the problem is it became way more than son to mother
i should be worried, nasty fuck, worry you should
but the only thing im thinkin now is ''was she any good?''
crossed a line...when i die there'll be no heaven
but this explains me being breast fed till i was 11
''mom, wake up''....she smiles n im stern
''i knew the day i had you that you would return''
cunt bitch...but i let her tell it
so i said fuckit and embelished in fetish
came back with diapers n J&J powder for rash
a bottle n baby oil to slip the plastic keys in my ass
i wet the bed, mom ive been a naughty baby
lemme bust in ya eye...i know ya blind so its nothing crazy
this is the best sex ever, shouldve known it from the start
but fuckin you made a turn for great when i put the stake into ya heart
you shouldnt have fought back, it caused me some trouble
gettin hed wasnt the same after i bashed you with the shovel
sure the freezer sucks, keepin it up is a challenge
i gotta keep you somehow...
without this peice of ass id surely sadden
i hear the bell outside...a guest person awaits???
time to welcome a customer....''Hello, I'm Norman Bates''......
TOPIC: You are a victim of Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria Syndrome* and confined to a wheelchair because of your disability. Because of this disease, your family has disowned you and your social life is non-existent. Knowing you have little life left to live, and with nothing to lose, you lure a group of homeless people to an abandoned warehouse using a false promise, but with plans to kill them all. Why? ... You hope that these people will haunt you after they pass, thus lending proof to an afterlife, and extinguishing your fear of death. Only, after the people arrive, you realize something is very wrong. These people are not who you thought they'd be... they may even seem... familiar...
*Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria syndrome is an extremely rare genetic condition which causes physical changes that resemble greatly accelerated aging in sufferers.
Do you know what it's like?
There I am, aged 4. The world is staged for,
made for kids to run like that -- that fast,
on the open grass, that even after they pass
their smiles lasts a while in the air they're cast.
Then he trips on the grass, his face collides
thru the surface, into the pool on the other side
and he's 9, and he's fine, just trying to learn to swim.
This pool he's in is the one his dad made for him
laboring in the backyard, the sun digging his skin
shovelling out that dirt, the same kind used to bury her
his mother, into the earth, along with all my hurt
But not forgiving cuz then he was only 16, his lips been
bleeding from all the screams he's biting in,
a way to fix things is none and staying home as a sick teen,
the window's ajar, staring out at the cars
close and yet so far, at them sounds gliding on tar
at them wheels going around, close my eyes and I found
two wheels on my sides now, locked from waist down
and I'm 22, and look where I'm sent to
I was only a body to attend to, so the only explanation was he "had to".
A place to vent to? An old man with a bent tooth,
we started talking a bit. He's been here for 10. And I've been here.. for 6.
Everyone's looking to mix,
And by the time I found a fit, I was nearing 36.
My life is a book with all the pages torn out. A way it never oughta be.
If you feel my narration was accelerated,
skip every 4 lines to feel the proper speed.
So what's my plan? With my life down the can,
there must be something else to give a damn.
So when shit hits the fan, look for the receipt.
It won't be long til my time to go beneath
and I believe I should cash in my death, not my life.
This fight may be already over, but after life --
the door, the light -- must be proven before I die.
Life was unfair to me, but death?
Would you let.. yourself be cheated twice, again?
So I had to test.
I got a few people here, plus this handgun.
I've sealed the place down, and no where they can run.
Let them damn one. They can come back and haunt me then.
All I need is proof that this isn't the end.
The hour hand hit ten, and my gun.. clipped bang.
One shot after another, three shots to their heads.
I felt no guilty conscience. Conscience was a luxury I couldn't afford to have.
Instead, I just waited for the smoke to clear
but here..
were not 3 dead people, but 3 smiling faces. Alive and fit.
Did I miss? Or was my mind playing a trick?
I unloaded rounds and rounds of clips, and.. still the same.
Then of the 3, one slowly closed in. A dame.
Not understanding, I studied her face. Still smiling, still unchanged.
It's a face I've seen.. where has it been?
And then it struck.
I remember. The last time I saw her, I was only 16.
I must have lost a few pages towards the end.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
It all makes sense now.
I've really missed you.
And so did I, dear.
[sQ]
Universe:
Quote:
Originally Posted by serge
... youre jeffrey dahmer and square is your next in-house victim. dive into the way you drill his skull open and pour battery acid into his skull so he can be your sex slave and whatever else dahmer was notorious for....but add your own twist...
“I couldn't find any meaning for my life when I was out there. I'm sure as hell not going to find it in here. This is the grand finale of a life poorly spent and the end result is just overwhelmingly depressing... it's just a sick, pathetic, wretched, miserable life story, that's all it is. How it can help anyone, I have no idea." - Jeffrey Dahmer
......
Had a strange obsession, handcuffs my favorite weapon
If pain is hidden when circulation’s cut, I take exception
Veins just bled; fact is, there’s no reaction if I ask him
His tongue’s in a vat of acid; black skin in my trash bin
After I had dinner, I slept it off to digest his bicep
The clock struck six; I wept and put my dick inside him
Cock comes quick; yet my greed saves the kid for later
Been dead five weeks, his head I keep in the refrigerator
Get Serge restrained in ropes now, his nerves are frayed
I work at eight; to start my day I choke down a vertebrae
“I g-got Aids” I heard him say with seductive trepidation
I give him head and rape him, then conduct a trepanation
Place him under sheets; I drill three holes, a couple leak
So what? He’s half black… really not my cup a tea
For company, I turned around the heads on my mantle
Fed on a mandible in an altar surrounded by candles
Guess I’m a cannibal, but hunger still breeds an onus
Will need to focus to give Square a subdural hematoma
Once it turns to a coma, I master bate to his dead body
My drill exposes his dura mater, creating this sex zombie
It’s got me stiff; picturing how his tongue is ripped out
He sucks this dick for one minute, I come in his mouth
If found, I realize I’ll need a perfectly formed alibi
In short supply, like his penis preserved in formaldehyde
Well, it’s time; eight o’clock is when Emmit Rage calls
“You late, Dahm” he says, “Did you quit your day job?”
“Hi Emmit, just hang on” I say, “I am leaving directly”
“Bring a drill Jeffrey, it’s a violent scene I’m directing”
“Thank God”; I drop this phone and pull the closet open
A wall is loaded with Polaroid’s, boys in bondage poses
“What is it you chose to wear”? he asks talking real slow
I lift the phone, grabbing a silk robe and a strap-on dildo
Serge:
IM HERE NIGAGS IM HERE
you are an alcoholic, and recently, you dont remember anything after getting wasted. yesterday you got plastered again, but this morning you wake up, naked, ..in your mom's bed. you are confused, trying to figure out a way this is possible, and find out that she's naked too, and the bed has stains all over it. your brain just stopped reacting and says, oh. my. god.
..the twist is, she is blind. and you think that she mistook you for your father. at least, you HOPE she mistook you.
i sip daily the way daniel podobed records
hangover, shivers from the liquer that the liver absorbs
yawn n stretch, feel something to the left
a tit? my luck, coyote ugly....drunken sex
i look to the side...am i dreaming or dead?
as pacs ''dear mama'' starts to play in my head
.........
........
..........................
........
......
WHAT THE FUCK????
i should be worried, nasty fuck, worry you should
but the only thing im thinkin now is ''was she any good?''
crossed a line...when i die there'll be no heaven
but this explains me being breast fed till i was 11
shed kiss me in the mouth...others' mothers did with theirs
but shed wink, sway her hip n stroke her hand through my hair
that was goodbye before school....im serge from connecticut
a smarty art museum buff whos favorite book was oedipus
...oedipus....that explains even more
no wonder shed kiss me int he neck as i did all my chores
she lost her sight, i dropped out and damn near lost my mind
startin drinkin like crazy since she went n turned blind
i mean cmon....how could i not love her???
the problem is it became way more than son to mother
i should be worried, nasty fuck, worry you should
but the only thing im thinkin now is ''was she any good?''
crossed a line...when i die there'll be no heaven
but this explains me being breast fed till i was 11
''mom, wake up''....she smiles n im stern
''i knew the day i had you that you would return''
cunt bitch...but i let her tell it
so i said fuckit and embelished in fetish
came back with diapers n J&J powder for rash
a bottle n baby oil to slip the plastic keys in my ass
i wet the bed, mom ive been a naughty baby
lemme bust in ya eye...i know ya blind so its nothing crazy
this is the best sex ever, shouldve known it from the start
but fuckin you made a turn for great when i put the stake into ya heart
you shouldnt have fought back, it caused me some trouble
gettin hed wasnt the same after i bashed you with the shovel
sure the freezer sucks, keepin it up is a challenge
i gotta keep you somehow...
without this peice of ass id surely sadden
i hear the bell outside...a guest person awaits???
time to welcome a customer....''Hello, I'm Norman Bates''......