14 November 2009

Blast From The (Terribly Broken) Past-Past

Your rattle
it clambered in my head a long time
Relive. Rekindle. Revenge.

I see your body,
Muddied brown;
With the stain of circumstance as your crown.

A pitiful shamble of what I deserved
Battled a battle
Willing to serve

Listen up dick-wad to these words I've suppressed
You ego maniacal circle-jerk fool
Coaxing the innocent
Afflicting them
Then peddling the cure

A piece of mind costs a pretty penny
And for a pretty penny-- it cost your mind

Your rattle
It clambered
In my head a long time
But I've since shut it up
Gag-tied and thrown over a cliff
It struggled all the way
but I had to be rid of it to be free

In this world riddled with pickpocket experiences
I've learned to let it go
Don't get me wrong
I still hate for all you didn't say
And Despise you for what you did.

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