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12-22-2013, 06:24 PM
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She came with a sullen heart leaking life....
From a bludgeoning art, a part that was being spiked
Glasses of pools lie empty, his following now consumed
Detuning the essential connection, a borrowing brute
Sorrowing songs don't improve the notes from her flute
But his pawning for destruction only stand resolute
Her peers wonder where's the talent, dissipating on demand
She verbalizing her situation has it waiting on command
Even when the word is given, shaken hands are still errant
Like her soul quivers from the grasps of this lovely tyrant
Recording catch the stanza played dragging, once vibrant
It seem his aggressions of control then console were blatant
His daily dips in those pools kept the demons fueled
Breathing a fooled sense of beastliness seething and drooled
Vocal tones are grizzled eyes widen with each swipe
She stay permissive as if peace would one day inject right
One night, peace has came, blackened her whole seen
Let her leave in the rapture of a pristine dream
Dying with smile, a fail safe to get to his heart
Spiting what he defiled, his control now rips apart
Images of what torment he's been through now canvasless
No vice to his strife, wonder what would be his life management
Sitting in a cell, bars speak to his stupidity....
And the acceptance that his are dumb some validity.....
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She came with a sullen heart leaking life....
From a bludgeoning art, a part that was being spiked
Glasses of pools lie empty, his following now consumed
Detuning the essential connection, a borrowing brute
Sorrowing songs don't improve the notes from her flute
But his pawning for destruction only stand resolute
Her peers wonder where's the talent, dissipating on demand
She verbalizing her situation has it waiting on command
Even when the word is given, shaken hands are still errant
Like her soul quivers from the grasps of this lovely tyrant
Recording catch the stanza played dragging, once vibrant
It seem his aggressions of control then console were blatant
His daily dips in those pools kept the demons fueled
Breathing a fooled sense of beastliness seething and drooled
Vocal tones are grizzled eyes widen with each swipe
She stay permissive as if peace would one day inject right
One night, peace has came, blackened her whole seen
Let her leave in the rapture of a pristine dream
Dying with smile, a fail safe to get to his heart
Spiting what he defiled, his control now rips apart
Images of what torment he's been through now canvasless
No vice to his strife, wonder what would be his life management
Sitting in a cell, bars speak to his stupidity....
And the acceptance that his are dumb some validity.....
http://ts1.mm.bing.net/th?id=H.4572569448352368&pid=15.1