This Feeling I'm Feeling
This feeling I’m feeling is eating at my skin.
It’s festering like bugs, trying to get in.
I won’t let it happen, it has to come out.
They’ll sit and chew at my brain, causing me some serious pain.
I can’t think straight. My words, they don’t come out right.
I’m planning my escape, this feeling will be no more.
I’ll cut it out, and place it on the floor.
Then I’ll run like I’ve never run before, oh this feeling will be no more.
It’s gone now, that feeling of mine,
I don’t know if it’s good, I just can’t decide.
I guess it’s safe to say I miss it though.
That feeling left such an empty whole.
There’s nothing now to fix what I’ve done,
I just want it back, oh he can’t be the one.
The pain was too much for me to handle,
It felt so right, and yet so completely wrong.
Damn this feeling, it’s been here all along.
I can’t get rid of it, no matter how hard I try.
The best thing to do is just to live and learn to say goodbye.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Dear Miss Julie fuckin' Lynn.
You fuckin’ bitch how dare you touch me
You fuckin’ fat cunt, you’ll pay for fuckin’ with me.
Your ignorant acts will cost you dear,
Say goodbye to that little monster you call your son
I’m going fuckin’ kill you, just wait. It’s hasn’t even begun.
Your feet, they’ll go first. This way you can’t run.
Maybe your hands next, they seem like a good target.
My oh my, isn’t this fun? I do enjoy a good scream from here to there.
I want you to beg for me to stop.
I want you to scream that I’m your mother,
I have to feel some kind of distraught.
You will beg for your life at my fuckin’ feet.
Oh but won’t you be disappointed when I don’t listen to any of your pleas.
Your bones come next,
I’ll pull them all out threw an open whole in your chest.
I’ll cook them up in something oh so nice,
Then force them down your fat fuckin’ thoart.
You’ll swallow them, without even thinking twice.
You meant the world to be, way back in the day.
When I’m threw with you, you won’t even be able to chew hay.
On second thought, maybe I won’t kill you so quick.
After all, I didn’t have to go threw sixteen years of pain.
Maybe you should too, are we not all the same?
Sixteen years of constant pain, can you handle it?
Or will your life fall down the drain?
In all honestly I hope you choke, you fuckin’ worthless cunt.
Die eating a fuckin’ cheeseburger you fat fuckin’ cum gussler.
No one wants to see you living any longer.
Let’s take care of this, shall we?
You fuckin’ fat cunt, you’ll pay for fuckin’ with me.
Your ignorant acts will cost you dear,
Say goodbye to that little monster you call your son
I’m going fuckin’ kill you, just wait. It’s hasn’t even begun.
Your feet, they’ll go first. This way you can’t run.
Maybe your hands next, they seem like a good target.
My oh my, isn’t this fun? I do enjoy a good scream from here to there.
I want you to beg for me to stop.
I want you to scream that I’m your mother,
I have to feel some kind of distraught.
You will beg for your life at my fuckin’ feet.
Oh but won’t you be disappointed when I don’t listen to any of your pleas.
Your bones come next,
I’ll pull them all out threw an open whole in your chest.
I’ll cook them up in something oh so nice,
Then force them down your fat fuckin’ thoart.
You’ll swallow them, without even thinking twice.
You meant the world to be, way back in the day.
When I’m threw with you, you won’t even be able to chew hay.
On second thought, maybe I won’t kill you so quick.
After all, I didn’t have to go threw sixteen years of pain.
Maybe you should too, are we not all the same?
Sixteen years of constant pain, can you handle it?
Or will your life fall down the drain?
In all honestly I hope you choke, you fuckin’ worthless cunt.
Die eating a fuckin’ cheeseburger you fat fuckin’ cum gussler.
No one wants to see you living any longer.
Let’s take care of this, shall we?
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Mhmm. Yes. Yes.
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