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Shark Vs. An Old Lady Named Dasiy

so there i was walking down the street in the small town that i live in and i was half way
down the block and coming up on an ally way and i smelt dead fish and in the small town
that i live in that's not unusual but then i head some thumping sound so i look down the
ally and i see an old lady beating the crap out of a shark , and i mean just wailing on it
with her cane , and the shark was just lying there taking it  so i walk down the ally a
little and shout out "hey lady . what are you doing to that poor shark " she looks up at
me like shes about to take my head off and then says "none ya business boy " and commences
to beating the shark  final the shark  wiggles back into the water  and i wake up and eat
some cereal and my day goes on till I'm sitting here writing this

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R.I.P. Me Apart 2

barbwire fingers and razor blade kisses i touch you're face and kiss you're neck its never
more then once for fear that you will leave and never be seen again. when you found me i
was whole and you hollowed me out now a shell i can't be with out you i was there standing
and we danced to the wrist-cutter fun land ,you took me to the hustlers hide out and we
watched the masses you saw your self and we left to the sounds of a nation dying under
your curse i am the one who ignited the enlighten to be all they could be in a world of
self hate and when the rum spilled you found it was not your own I'm your toy and your my
pet now we watch the world burn and the cities fall to giant shadows full of hate and fear
when you find what i found you will be the next victim of your own hand you have no choice
but i don't want to let you go and you leave and its just me now i have you next to me i
wish i could see what will happen next but you are leaving now and there you are catching
a bus to the next lost soul in a hideout no one can find even for the first time you find
you shell and you refill it to the beat of body hitting the wall is you mind you're doing
it right in my eyes you see what it really is and you find what he was looking for and
never told him he's still looking and i have seen what you wanted no I'm yours and i don't
want it any other way ...........
                                                                              john comstock

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Tree With Snake Eye's

I'm walking through the desert 
i come upon a dead tree with 
snake eye's and the soul of a 
dead man . he said to me  "run
to where the sun does not rise
and wage war with the dead .
bring your family and friends
into this war , for they are the
weapons of the gods" then the
sands of the desert  blew and
i was standing under the moon
and the tree was gone and my 
eye's turned to dust and life tasted 
of blue mixed with the taste of death

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R.I.P. Me Apart

R.I.P. Me Apart


Rip me apart from the inside out, give me a new hole to bleed from, bring me to life when
your done because your love for pain is an overdose for me and another  slit wrist for the
masses who want to be you, I met you in a hustlers hideout the house for lost souls and
the people there are half past dead with the scars on their wrists that make blood fill
the land and hearts drop to the floor like bullets through a glass house, so take the leap
for one last dance and say good-bye to your next ex-boyfriend -By John Comstock

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Bliss In Death

the drawings on the wall
tell it all , they tell of the 
heartache and heartbreak
that the lies were just to 
much to take. incorporating
hate into love is going with
the flow and saying i love you
too  even though its a lie, you 
love to hear the words slip from
my mouth . stand on the edge 
of the wold on the edge of my life.
you pushed i pulled the ground 
rushing up towards me in total bliss

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Limitation of the Imagination

pushing my limitation I'm just an imitation 
of an imaginary wold set in the hands of a
hateful child with a knife . if it were seen 
through a magnifying glass  I'm sure you
would see the difference but you dug your 
eye's out looking for the zipper that held 
you mouth shut . living with the lie that
we will never die , hate comes in many 
forms and your the first .

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Darkness

i have just seen your face , oh god what is happening to me what has begone . there are
colors flying every where it's really scarring me really bad, i want to see your face
again, my vision has faded to black this can't be  happening to me . your eye's are
braking up the darkness there will be no more black i can see you face there it goes again
why is this happening to me it's all  black like the midnight sky the color's are coming
back and your not there what kind of hell am i in, it's all black  , in my mind's eye i
can see you face it has slowly faded to the color black . i see your face again your in a
line of car's they are all black why are they black . now you i can see and you are crying
your tear's are black why are they black no  this can not be happening to me i never
wanted to leave you now i have and you have turned a darker color darker than black i see
the color everywhere i look it just wont go away. and the voice come from nowhere and said
you will come to love the darkness . their i am getting berried six feet deep and there is
no way out the darkness is surrounding like a great ocean of black what am i to do but
embrace it like i once embraced the light of you face and all i wanted was to love you
like i now love black because i couldn't live without you . and there is nothing but the
darkness now .

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Haunted Memories

talking to the dead iget all 
the answers
listening to the living  i get 
nothing but pain.
i tell myself its not that hard 
to hide. you use
to hold me. you use to. the 
grey has come 
and the dark is soon to 
follow. its such a simple 
thing

*these are my memories of 
when it was just you and 
me, sweet sweet ... oh god 
damn *drum roll* bullshit 
memories ...
don't fight the pain take in 
the hate
fight the urge to.... bullshit 
memories 
(I'M HAUNTED BY YOUR 
MEMORIES)*

 i never wanted that, 
remember this.
remember that kiss, 
remember this slit wrist.
remember this lie, 
remember the blood
while we all lay here and die. 
slipping away 
from you slowly through the 
years has made
me cold, bitter and anti-
social hopeless of life.....

chous**.....


i could tell you wanted no 
more. you hated the world 
ripped out my heart for 
your pitiful life. dead in your 
eyes ropes so damn tight. 
close the wound pull it 
tight . rip he skin. bite. 
scratch. fight. ... sick and 
tired of what you say. i cant 
just walk away... 

I AM HAUNTED BY YOUR 
MEMORY chours**

i'll hold you in this twisted 
embrase and squeeze the 
life from you

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Nightmares of Hell

life in hell , nothing can compare
to the feeling of being impaired
but in fact seeing it with my own 
eye's. the pain and suffering the 
death and torment of being
slaughtered waking up and doing
it again and again. this is all worst 
then any nightmare i could ever 
imagine

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Beautiful Eyes For Truthful Lies

beautiful lies for truthful eyes's that see demons
walking down the streets taking lives. telling lies
in the name of other lies that break lives and its 
all so damned beautiful