07-17-2013, 04:17 AM
Unspeakably, I'm unspoken with all of the commotion that she brings.
Do we need to tie an anchor 'round her little ankle than toss her in the sea?
Just in case she does fulfill the rest of her dirty delinquent deeds.
Just before dust.
The captain had spoken with us-
"Abandon the hopes, the anger she brings be forth we.
Take control of the situation.
Make the bitch confess her obsession-
of sleeping with the innocent, who're now concrete"
The uninfected sailors and me-
Had once told her, "if she doesn't straighten up with all her fuss
She'd see a day, she never did want to see.
We'd make her suffocate in a sea of blood-
From the unlucky sailors she has diseased."
The captains daughter is too hung in lust-
She's fondled nearly everyone excluding me.
Till last night she told me to come over to her cabin.
When I arrived she was already on her knees.
Than I asked her, "this isn't what I believe? You're not into me."
She placed her fingers on my lips than told me to be free.
Now I'm another sailor diseased in the crooked sea.
A few days later she mysteriously came up to me.
Broken down into tears-
Tares on her sleeves-
dirt on her old pair of blue jeans.
Cuts on her wrist.
She said, "They're coming after us."
Do we need to tie an anchor 'round her little ankle than toss her in the sea?
Just in case she does fulfill the rest of her dirty delinquent deeds.
Just before dust.
The captain had spoken with us-
"Abandon the hopes, the anger she brings be forth we.
Take control of the situation.
Make the bitch confess her obsession-
of sleeping with the innocent, who're now concrete"
The uninfected sailors and me-
Had once told her, "if she doesn't straighten up with all her fuss
She'd see a day, she never did want to see.
We'd make her suffocate in a sea of blood-
From the unlucky sailors she has diseased."
The captains daughter is too hung in lust-
She's fondled nearly everyone excluding me.
Till last night she told me to come over to her cabin.
When I arrived she was already on her knees.
Than I asked her, "this isn't what I believe? You're not into me."
She placed her fingers on my lips than told me to be free.
Now I'm another sailor diseased in the crooked sea.
A few days later she mysteriously came up to me.
Broken down into tears-
Tares on her sleeves-
dirt on her old pair of blue jeans.
Cuts on her wrist.
She said, "They're coming after us."