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01-25-2013, 04:14 PM
02-13-2003
Lithix
"Whenever I see you, I'm certain that I am awake and dreaming.
Your eyes are crystal pools of radiance begging me to drown in them.
Your sun kissed tresses flow about you in a smooth waterfall of silk.
Your voice is a song and a melody, making my soul dance and my head spin.
Let us meet tonight, beneath the moonlight, of the forgotten forest.
Face to face, we'll embrace whatever fate's got in store for us."
Smiling she stands, my letter in hand, at the balcony's rail,
Her fingers caress its surface like it was written in braille.
Sacred mail, reseals it with a kiss, then tucks it away,
As she's greeted with a firm hug from the man she plans to betray,
Captured prey, gives her wicked hunter a peck on the lips
While his possesive hand traces from her neck to her hips.
My heartbeat skips, watchin from afar with jealousy and rage,
while violent intentions yell at me to be freed from their cage.
But I've set the stage, so I'll bite my tongue and bide my time,
Just let it all play out, till everything I've eyed is mine.
Later that night, in the deepest, darkest reaches of the forest...
I anticipate and wait, a silent statue gazing at night,
But deep within a passionate heart smolders, blazing with fright.
A cool wind bites, but an aroma breezes by with her perfume,
Its the glorious smell of victory: a bride without her groom.
Behind her I loom, shadowing the slender form of my dreams.
My hand quickly shelters her mouth from the storm of her screams.
My eyes gleam, lighting flashes, as I pull a knife from my coat.
Warm blood glistens on the cold steal that slides through her throat,
A leaking moat, crimson liquid flows down the front of her dress.
Staining the wooded path as I lay my twin sister to rest.
Must confess, headed for my new husband at home to mount my throne.
9thCell
The girl of my dreams waits for me quietly behind my eyes when I sleep,
Calling me down into the dark and the deep where we usually meet.
She leads me into crazy terrain where I give chase through the trees,
I can still see her blue dress in the breeze and her bare feet kickin the leaves.
Me and this queen of a wet dream are tight like Yakuza sleeves,
She is a telepathic addict of adaptin to all of my habits and needs.
Miss Kabuki Lush; she's savior and slave, lickin the blades,
Hides it deep inside where dark things play behind privacy shades.
On the surface she's perfect, a holy virgin who's worth reimbursement
If there's a reason why shes here with me I don't believe I've earned it.
We lay on Methuselah's roots naked while she and I are debatin the truth,
And we make love because we love it not because there's nothin to do.
Shes got a kiss like a peach pie, thighs white like a fine sugar delight,
Pink inside and I'm the only thief to pry her locket open wide.
We're wrapped in the rapture, distracted by her immaculate "faster faster"
When the dream shatters to antimatter with an alarm clocks callous laughter.
I see my time piece and start thinkin its Hitler's forgotten child
Would I be free if I drag this bastard out to the top of the garbage pile?
So I snatch the fascist maggot out of the wall socket and break like an escaped convict,
This clock is runnin me into my coffin and now I've opted to stop it.
I crush it under a shovel and throw the broken bits into the ditch,
For the lady of my dreams is waiting and she can be an impatient bitch.
Lithix
"Whenever I see you, I'm certain that I am awake and dreaming.
Your eyes are crystal pools of radiance begging me to drown in them.
Your sun kissed tresses flow about you in a smooth waterfall of silk.
Your voice is a song and a melody, making my soul dance and my head spin.
Let us meet tonight, beneath the moonlight, of the forgotten forest.
Face to face, we'll embrace whatever fate's got in store for us."
Smiling she stands, my letter in hand, at the balcony's rail,
Her fingers caress its surface like it was written in braille.
Sacred mail, reseals it with a kiss, then tucks it away,
As she's greeted with a firm hug from the man she plans to betray,
Captured prey, gives her wicked hunter a peck on the lips
While his possesive hand traces from her neck to her hips.
My heartbeat skips, watchin from afar with jealousy and rage,
while violent intentions yell at me to be freed from their cage.
But I've set the stage, so I'll bite my tongue and bide my time,
Just let it all play out, till everything I've eyed is mine.
Later that night, in the deepest, darkest reaches of the forest...
I anticipate and wait, a silent statue gazing at night,
But deep within a passionate heart smolders, blazing with fright.
A cool wind bites, but an aroma breezes by with her perfume,
Its the glorious smell of victory: a bride without her groom.
Behind her I loom, shadowing the slender form of my dreams.
My hand quickly shelters her mouth from the storm of her screams.
My eyes gleam, lighting flashes, as I pull a knife from my coat.
Warm blood glistens on the cold steal that slides through her throat,
A leaking moat, crimson liquid flows down the front of her dress.
Staining the wooded path as I lay my twin sister to rest.
Must confess, headed for my new husband at home to mount my throne.
9thCell
The girl of my dreams waits for me quietly behind my eyes when I sleep,
Calling me down into the dark and the deep where we usually meet.
She leads me into crazy terrain where I give chase through the trees,
I can still see her blue dress in the breeze and her bare feet kickin the leaves.
Me and this queen of a wet dream are tight like Yakuza sleeves,
She is a telepathic addict of adaptin to all of my habits and needs.
Miss Kabuki Lush; she's savior and slave, lickin the blades,
Hides it deep inside where dark things play behind privacy shades.
On the surface she's perfect, a holy virgin who's worth reimbursement
If there's a reason why shes here with me I don't believe I've earned it.
We lay on Methuselah's roots naked while she and I are debatin the truth,
And we make love because we love it not because there's nothin to do.
Shes got a kiss like a peach pie, thighs white like a fine sugar delight,
Pink inside and I'm the only thief to pry her locket open wide.
We're wrapped in the rapture, distracted by her immaculate "faster faster"
When the dream shatters to antimatter with an alarm clocks callous laughter.
I see my time piece and start thinkin its Hitler's forgotten child
Would I be free if I drag this bastard out to the top of the garbage pile?
So I snatch the fascist maggot out of the wall socket and break like an escaped convict,
This clock is runnin me into my coffin and now I've opted to stop it.
I crush it under a shovel and throw the broken bits into the ditch,
For the lady of my dreams is waiting and she can be an impatient bitch.