04-14-2015, 11:33 PM
Fear and Loathing in Benaville
We all hold close our private fears,
defenses up against the dark.
Who launches theirs like bombardiers?
Exposed to life, nerve disappears;
disasters strike, we bear their mark,
submerged to drown in private fears.
Abuse revealed, the beast's head rears:
embalmed in coffin, raped in park.
Why lob your pain like bombardiers?
Our skin turns cold, white noise in ears,
acidic bile rises. Nightmares stark
entrench us deep in private fears.
Your sadism honed, we're caught unawares;
cold lips on a vein, teeth bared like a shark,
you rain down grief like bombardiers.
Enjoying the taste of our sudden tears
you give us your horror as if it's a lark.
We all hold close our private fears,
who launches them? Cruel bombardiers.
We all hold close our private fears,
defenses up against the dark.
Who launches theirs like bombardiers?
Exposed to life, nerve disappears;
disasters strike, we bear their mark,
submerged to drown in private fears.
Abuse revealed, the beast's head rears:
embalmed in coffin, raped in park.
Why lob your pain like bombardiers?
Our skin turns cold, white noise in ears,
acidic bile rises. Nightmares stark
entrench us deep in private fears.
Your sadism honed, we're caught unawares;
cold lips on a vein, teeth bared like a shark,
you rain down grief like bombardiers.
Enjoying the taste of our sudden tears
you give us your horror as if it's a lark.
We all hold close our private fears,
who launches them? Cruel bombardiers.
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