theman080
02-05-08, 11:47 AM
Thoughts are broken and meager
Eager to escape this clausterphobic demeanor
That'll throw me in seizures, breathin in gulps
Wastin my oxygen supply as it reaches my throat
My first shakin, believin I'll croak, mistaken??
I was takin by the reaper's believable quotes
And tastin lies that were sugary and induced dreams
That i could never be ****ed, like a prude screams
Truth beams in a dark casket, too bright for me to decipher
Stifled heiroglyphics written in inches but inspecific
Because the message is missin, eyes cant quite grip it
But I search wit my memory so why's this plight twisted
Quite sicknin, my sight stitchin pictures, invite visions
Of the assailant who assaulted me then sailed off
It tailed off, I'm flippin, so ****in close to the key
But it folded on me, and now the caskets closin wit speed
Insects have me presumed dead, their nesting in my pores
Spiders laying eggs in my hair by the pair and webbing it more
Worms crawling inside my throat and slide down wit the quickness
My residence is to narrow for my hands to lift
And mount a resistance, my plannin is to handle this
Until a savior arrives, diggin for treasure through the dirt's basic disguise
And take me alive, but even death would be a grace I'd abide
A statement I'd sign, to abandon my frail makin
The air become's stale, I pound the wood wit my nails scrapin
Dirt dances through the cracks, and now my panic sprints
The earth covering its tracks and filling my casket quick
Nature verses man, actually a murderer AND nature
This a handicap match, still I'm determined I could taker her
But she's wastin my fast, the dirt's pourin with a quick shove
Coverin my legs, I shake my head in dread plus I spit mud
I dig deep for a scream I lack the oxygen to produce
So I choke out a plea, I think I'm ready for a truce
if I have to be taken, let me suffocate slowly into sleep
And not have my to drown within the dirt's murky reach
The dirt stops to rain, its peak right beside my head
Buried the spiders and their nests, tonight I think I'll rest
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"Mrs. Johnson? This is Doctor Brogan I'm calling about your father
He had a violent reaction to the medicine and the sedatives
That we offered"............."Well here thats thats the case,
As his body deteriorares, the pain makes death a cheerier place"
........"There's a chance of recovery, only the slightest I'll say
Like deciphering tortured writings, not the likliest play.".........
..........."Okay, we'll pull the plug, wish you goodnight and we'll pray."
Eager to escape this clausterphobic demeanor
That'll throw me in seizures, breathin in gulps
Wastin my oxygen supply as it reaches my throat
My first shakin, believin I'll croak, mistaken??
I was takin by the reaper's believable quotes
And tastin lies that were sugary and induced dreams
That i could never be ****ed, like a prude screams
Truth beams in a dark casket, too bright for me to decipher
Stifled heiroglyphics written in inches but inspecific
Because the message is missin, eyes cant quite grip it
But I search wit my memory so why's this plight twisted
Quite sicknin, my sight stitchin pictures, invite visions
Of the assailant who assaulted me then sailed off
It tailed off, I'm flippin, so ****in close to the key
But it folded on me, and now the caskets closin wit speed
Insects have me presumed dead, their nesting in my pores
Spiders laying eggs in my hair by the pair and webbing it more
Worms crawling inside my throat and slide down wit the quickness
My residence is to narrow for my hands to lift
And mount a resistance, my plannin is to handle this
Until a savior arrives, diggin for treasure through the dirt's basic disguise
And take me alive, but even death would be a grace I'd abide
A statement I'd sign, to abandon my frail makin
The air become's stale, I pound the wood wit my nails scrapin
Dirt dances through the cracks, and now my panic sprints
The earth covering its tracks and filling my casket quick
Nature verses man, actually a murderer AND nature
This a handicap match, still I'm determined I could taker her
But she's wastin my fast, the dirt's pourin with a quick shove
Coverin my legs, I shake my head in dread plus I spit mud
I dig deep for a scream I lack the oxygen to produce
So I choke out a plea, I think I'm ready for a truce
if I have to be taken, let me suffocate slowly into sleep
And not have my to drown within the dirt's murky reach
The dirt stops to rain, its peak right beside my head
Buried the spiders and their nests, tonight I think I'll rest
******
******
******
******
******
******
******
"Mrs. Johnson? This is Doctor Brogan I'm calling about your father
He had a violent reaction to the medicine and the sedatives
That we offered"............."Well here thats thats the case,
As his body deteriorares, the pain makes death a cheerier place"
........"There's a chance of recovery, only the slightest I'll say
Like deciphering tortured writings, not the likliest play.".........
..........."Okay, we'll pull the plug, wish you goodnight and we'll pray."