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The warmth of my streight jacket
Im confined within these straps
Its just at the point of soothing
I will never escape
This is my wonderful home now
Barred shut and cushioned
I sit here oh so happy
My madness creeping
My good friends in white coats come
Now is my chance
They kindly say good night
Coming with a syringe
I give them a hug
My mouth now drips with their blood
I wonder outside
I make my escape
Three weeks of fun in there
I now am free from my prison
I play with the people of the town
I toy with my enemies before massacure
I start to play with the world
I spread my madness
- by Dead Fagoat |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/22/2009 |
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- Title: Split personality
- Artist: Dead Fagoat
- Description: tale of a madman
- Date: 04/22/2009
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Comments (6 Comments)
- Ashleys Cupcakes - 12/27/2009
- I ablsoulty Despise your mind. biggrin its so creative and twisted
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- when11meets11 - 06/13/2009
- I think this is very good....its a kreepy poem with a gewd twist..just what the world nees...a litle bit of kreepiness
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- Izumi the Countess - 05/03/2009
- Hmm nice...i like it its all twisted and what not ^,...,^
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- Samuel Keat - 04/24/2009
- your'e totally nuts in a good way
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- Doomed WickedMind - 04/23/2009
- I like it,it's kind of a twisted sinceofhumor in you're case.lol
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