Wolf kabob Roth vantage
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It's called "that pretty girl that went by" by myself, and it basically is how I feel when someone I've got a crush on walks by.
~That pretty girl that went by~
The scent of flowers pass in the breeze
And I suddenly feel I’ve caught a disease
The illness grows to swallow my shallow world
Blades of grass inches high turn to blades of flame meters tall
I feel the tourniquet of doom reach across my mind
I heard the screams of anguish die in a hellfire
a bloody rush and hastening the fall of a deafening roar
Is this love, or is this hate? What for: is this new inception?
The red screen and glowing light have fallen my favored half
the side best suited to the lonesome darkness!
Here he lies beaten senseless, and forever now witless
how does the red of my heart engulfing in flame
ever come to symbolize my death, shame or lust for fame?
How, What, Why? Do you wish I want to ask?
But forever pounding, it is no simple task!
I whisk, I turn, and I shrug, my dying half pulls his dagger
“my love; my hate. Both are just so irate!”
He strikes! They are sliced down and minced like meat
My iron-clad lonesome self has shrugged off yet again,
my hearts’ beckoning to arms and my minds call to want.
The shadows and silence will prevail again,
at the expense of the true thing I seek,
to hold, to care, to love, to be, to live,
My lie claims the corner in which I sit is most fit for my liking
and his power in my realm strives for that which is pseudo.
Need not cry, ever,
need not defy, ever,
need not ask why, moreover,
need not tell a good lie,
or praise life for more than the worth of his knife...
He leaves me questioning inside, hidden from his grasp
He leaves me angry inside, hidden by my apathy
He leaves me empty inside and out, chance gone by
And the question finds me; why?
lest I refuse to die before I am answered
Sadly my soul still a thinking mass controlled by a jackass.
~That pretty girl that went by~
The scent of flowers pass in the breeze
And I suddenly feel I’ve caught a disease
The illness grows to swallow my shallow world
Blades of grass inches high turn to blades of flame meters tall
I feel the tourniquet of doom reach across my mind
I heard the screams of anguish die in a hellfire
a bloody rush and hastening the fall of a deafening roar
Is this love, or is this hate? What for: is this new inception?
The red screen and glowing light have fallen my favored half
the side best suited to the lonesome darkness!
Here he lies beaten senseless, and forever now witless
how does the red of my heart engulfing in flame
ever come to symbolize my death, shame or lust for fame?
How, What, Why? Do you wish I want to ask?
But forever pounding, it is no simple task!
I whisk, I turn, and I shrug, my dying half pulls his dagger
“my love; my hate. Both are just so irate!”
He strikes! They are sliced down and minced like meat
My iron-clad lonesome self has shrugged off yet again,
my hearts’ beckoning to arms and my minds call to want.
The shadows and silence will prevail again,
at the expense of the true thing I seek,
to hold, to care, to love, to be, to live,
My lie claims the corner in which I sit is most fit for my liking
and his power in my realm strives for that which is pseudo.
Need not cry, ever,
need not defy, ever,
need not ask why, moreover,
need not tell a good lie,
or praise life for more than the worth of his knife...
He leaves me questioning inside, hidden from his grasp
He leaves me angry inside, hidden by my apathy
He leaves me empty inside and out, chance gone by
And the question finds me; why?
lest I refuse to die before I am answered
Sadly my soul still a thinking mass controlled by a jackass.