HUNTED
The fury of the days
leaves me to near insanity
and my thoughts steal
my dreams away
I cannot keep the pace
of a world gone mad
in a race to oblivion.
I have no will
to resist the coming slaughter.
the Beast seeks the ecstasy
of torment and the taste
of my innocence
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word change advise...
surrender...dismember...
like robo cop when they pull him apart
or cp3o
the disease literally pulls out your memory
banks like HAL 9000 was it on Kubricks brilliant
arthur c clarkes book
forget...my own mind is going
...
because kill is to most a sudden thing
and I watched those with diabetes and
ms and huntingtons and cancer
and alziemers go and they were not
just killed..they were like slowly taking
apart...tubes removed
memory banks pulled out
most think of dismember as the limbs
but not the mind
just an idea
either way it kills you yes...
..
thanks, Steve. I will fix it.
thanks, Steve. I will fix it.
joe
I am on my own mission
but when I see others ...I can say
hey man..this will be so cool if it
rhymes with this
give it more oomph
more darker daring...ohh
ur like my contacts here...
they are not afraid at all
to speak their mind
'
im not near as bright
I just got these eyes
and rage
they know I will pick
em up and throw em
through the window
they know I read em
best I can
soon as I lay my hands
on em
like any good pyschic
...
and like midas
just dont touch nothing
I value