Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someoneis an option for me.Like the bull in a china shopI was meant to bewith no one.Because I break them,others' beautiful core -no more I want to see red:color of blood and love.
SerenadeHow long will it takefor me to hear the song you madeto hear those rhymes againand lines, yes, the ones you composedThey were like lettersaddressed to mePost scripts shyly telling:"I love you"And the lines weredressed with a melodylike smooth waves.
Dark Sporadic Beauty (Redone)Again the Heavens show to their peers.Down falls the soft Catastrophe.Crashing within everlasting fears,Now these skies are to set me free.Reading through the pitch black skies,As black as the darkest soul,I find myself within booming criesFinding feelings so inscrutable.-Oh God...Your own tears ever so lucid.I invoke thee in this dark hour.Quell my hate with this liquid,Raze my guilt with your power.Chill me with this forgiving rain,Kill me with your hateful might,Numb out this condemning pain,Recluse everything out of sight.-Hide away the eternal regret,Shelter me in the Devil's decent.Let this all be something I forget,When the world again turns verdant.So until the radiance returnsLet me lavish this night's sporadic,And listen to the humming dirge,Until I can close my eyes once more.
Randomness of the RhymeHorseshoes are quite full of goopy.Buttholes are filled with much poopy. Limericks are fun, And so is your mum's bum.These drugs make me all loopy.
ExistenceI guess, I existthe faint medidn't enter all exits.A bit lessmy life's a mistno need to fleesans toolkits.