09-04-2013, 04:57 AM
(formerly posted on a different website)
Pretend your worries are in neverlands,
And the soothsayers are always wrong.
I love perpetual, cloaked in the sand.
Nonentities can scream so long.
Misanthropes, of the filtered side,
Intellects locked in a chicken coop.
Several days, yet none have died.
Enter sadism’s happy loop.
Rising cliffs loom above the sea,
Yonder temptation for the then diseased.
Hound the pleasure with a vengeance bold,
Over hills of vice and seas of sin.
Pen the tragedies that were once old,
Eyes of death watch the next of kin.
Lest somehow righteousness escapes,
Eagle eyes look to the door.
Since my feelings are bound with tape,
Sadness grips me to the core.
Pretend your worries are in neverlands,
And the soothsayers are always wrong.
I love perpetual, cloaked in the sand.
Nonentities can scream so long.
Misanthropes, of the filtered side,
Intellects locked in a chicken coop.
Several days, yet none have died.
Enter sadism’s happy loop.
Rising cliffs loom above the sea,
Yonder temptation for the then diseased.
Hound the pleasure with a vengeance bold,
Over hills of vice and seas of sin.
Pen the tragedies that were once old,
Eyes of death watch the next of kin.
Lest somehow righteousness escapes,
Eagle eyes look to the door.
Since my feelings are bound with tape,
Sadness grips me to the core.