Existence is Futile

 Subject : Existence is Futile

Posted Date: : Oct 18, 2008 8:26 PM

Liquid Stain
Onto pulpy frame,
My care free therapy.
Will you kindly marry me?
Or will you drag me through the mud and slit my throat and bury me?
Or will you, will me, to be willing to be,
Free of will until my mind is still, so you can kill me.
Will you off me by putting poison in my coffee?
Or kill me with a pill, or with a chill that fills
My pores with scores of frostbite.
Spreading like a soft light.
I'm in mach five paranormal overdrive,
Paraphrasing suicide.
I live within a druids eyes
And feel his weeping as he cries.
I am creeppin, madly freakin beats while sleepin,
Now I'm peaking.
Your s**t isn't tongue and cheek!
Your s**t is weak! And Bland! And Bleak! And Meak!
I understand this wonderland,
You understand your summer tan,
I understand the other plan,
Because my mind is cumbersome.
And wonderful,
Like tundra's.
And mountain peeks, and ocean deeps.
And depths and crevices,
And levers giving leverage.
When will I get my severance?
Man, f**k your fake benevolence!
Man, f**k your granite sandwich planet!
F**k your chlorophyll,
And f**k your magma filled core,
Your bacteria filled sore,
Your gentetic spore,
F**k you, you heretic w***e!
Pathetic rhetoric...
You are not better, b***h...
I'm comin down, (like a feather's dick)...