They were hurricane children
Surviving their lives
With mear souls and haunted
By the memories
Of their last hope blown away …
The rain slashed all around them
But sheltered in the eye
They escaped the storm
While watching all else get ripped out
Alone they watch those they love drown
And the iron roof get torn off
Rubber burning
Small hearts failing
And skinny dogs barking
The world is falling apart.
But out of the ashes
Step the hurricane children.
Singing a song about choices
Dazed eyes fixated on the lights
Escaping from their world
Of sick children and abuse.
The hurricane children.
Her pale skin clothed in black lace
Hidden appeal under usual business atire
The look of innocence is quiet the liar
Hair pulled back perfect and makeup minimal
Underneath she hides away the look that would bring many men to smile
Her body is a temple that requires the run of many miles
They say her skin is too pale and resembles white tile
A Sweet girl but too much of a prude
Where's her cleavage, why is she rude?
Why doesn't she talk, what's her mood?
She pulls on her lace top stockings to be covered with slacks
Little do they know that she has another side
Sultry, sexy, sensual, and all things confident
Her outter wear is only a mear distraction
In the mirror a beautiful woman sees all her flaws
In her confidence she feels she can break the laws
A smile sweep across her face as she begins her walk alone
Do they know all the things she's about to do?
He removes all her boring clothing to reveal all what she's hidden
Biting, licking, sucking, ties, and the kiss
Things she doesn't mind making others miss
Spirit of Life
We start as mear creatures
Bloom to the lust of the flesh
Flower to the act of love
Here is what happened to King Mear,
He didn't know what to wear!
He wore his nightdress to the party,
And his coat to bed!
Oh, poor King Mear!
killed by my memories
my thoughts, my mind
so ****ed up so twisted inside
they are killing me, ripping me apart
flesh from bone, rippng my very skin from my body
my mind never sleeps, forever tormenting me
drowning me, torturing my soul.
You haunt my dreams, haunt my nightmares
haunt my thoughts, haunt my ****ing soul
give me peace, let me rest
you laid away in hiding for so long,
false sense of hope
now overwhelming sorrow besets itself upon me
I used to be so strong, so resilient
now only a mear shadow of my former self
ive been screaming for so long, screaming for help
screaming in pain on the inside.
Screaming while memories rape my mind
no soul remains, no more room left for anymore pain,
I feel nothing, nothing but anger
im a lost soul, to be forever lost.
nothing to be saved here,
long gone, killed by my memories.
Just before morning fall's
the sun peeks on my face
as I lay on my water foam
I look through my window
the sun put's on a smiling face
like the sky so cloud
all I could see is cloud
like the tine voice of my mummy
Singing a hallow night song
the birds at the peek of their voice
Yet I could not hear a thing
In my wild clay room
like my wild dream
I felt so could
as rain drop through my ceiling
In my wild clay room
I was call up from bed
like a king in palace
With tears forge with blood
Which studs as a dish
as I wear a smile of sorrow
In my wild clay room
I see the heavens smile
I wish I could go yonder
Yet I felt hunger
as I walk through the street
been greeted with gift of lashes
I wish I could regart
but acceptance becomes a must
I kicks the bucket a hundred times
but greeted back to life a million times
Conforming became a must
While greeted like a king
If only I could fly
Even if I could fly
I will fly up to no were
like I was greeted back to life a million times
I call to heavens
like heaven's were far from me
yet I could fill it's presence
Just before the sky fall's
I wake up from bad
Oh it was a night mear
My dream My dream.
Every hour most everyday Im kept in a transe awake so do I stay.
It haunts me no matter how hard I try.
nights know isolation clear as a endless blue sky.
Can we rewind to the part I wish to replay.
Mangle my words till I no longer know
what to say.
Hours pass as the clock counts down.
I question the most simple of things.
Will it be any different if im not around.
We begin to fade the moment were born.
I exist in a shell far from the ridicule and scorn.
It would be so easy the darkest path.
In the emptyness so is peace.
prescription pills like a warm bath.
It is not self pitty to lay within the arms of sorrow.
Counting every second makes it hard
to focus on tommorow.
Rest now for pain will not follow.
Drift into the icy waters.
Erase it slowley with every pill you do swallow.
A walk in isolation filled with regret.
So is a question a mear whisper apon the wind.
Will you forget?
For my fears are distrought to wits ends of sanity
It won't be long until I break to die
Blood, scars, and scabs made me sweat with disease
Amental plague she became to destroy
What I considered life and love
With Death's hand at my throat,
To avoid killing her, pleaseurable revenge,
I fell for another's kiss
Exhausting my hate to mear extinction
The next-to-last wish made its way to the top
My anxiety grew as the tension built
Because her first look hatched chills
But it won't be long before missing her becomes a habit
And this story becomes a legend
Awaken feels cold these
soul's forsaken, taken
locked in a dungeon I
feel their pains is aching
Feel the heat from the
streets as they seek out
their error, it's so simple
people we gotta look in the
mirror
A mear image of the error
we live in the heroin's
giving to children delivering
the message coherently fibing
They listen, why? because
they gotta hear it to bear it.
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