He runs at a pace that can't save his own life, as the demons skittishly crawl after him in hopes of obtaining his soul.
The voices used to beat and call me names, but as soon as I broke they all started to worry. They would cuddle and comfort me though some would astray, but don't ever let society play...
Drip drop
Clickety clock
The dead mouse runs up the clock
The clock strikes 12 we're already down
Drip drop
Clickety clock
Dead mice on the floor
Drip drop
Clickety clock
Why do we keep singing this song?
Keys are everywhere that go to anywhere so don't get excited when you find the first.
Where is your mother, a father? No? Don't be an orphan you fool, find another mother and father.
I saw a truck, a big truck. It was full of dumb asses playing around. No wonder they're laying on the ground.
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Words From The Mind
PoesiaThis isn't a book. This consists of words "poems" that just pop up into mind during the day and I wrote them down. So if your actually into this, enjoy.... WARNING: some poems may be graphic to the mind while imagining the pictures. Also most are...
