zoolane
11-12-2011, 04:18 PM
Satan Come Knocking.
Apart of me wish that never choose this life which I liven so far, this life as bring dark storm turmoil in my soul. It deafen the evil to know as deeds have be accomplish within oneself. The daunt of past come upon me with a crack of a whip which strike me invisible on my back. The tape measure on the scale of isolate from touch of you. A glean of malice with my eye bring me daunts the creek which dwell in my feet. The liquid seem climb through my calf's reaching for it goal. The battle is begun with red cells,white cells frighten back but it feel like Satan himself push with fire and brim stone.
The dream of being alone is complete with no more emotions to eat away through me and chew the flesh of my bones. The room is midnight all round me. The blanket is swoop up upon me. I am fine with position in the world laid on the street beneath me. Pavement is the bed which I belong. As hid with the shadows with man with horns under his hat, he slips my device in my pocket. I watched the stars with angels in them, my red cells are ready for Satan to come calling.
Apart of me wish that never choose this life which I liven so far, this life as bring dark storm turmoil in my soul. It deafen the evil to know as deeds have be accomplish within oneself. The daunt of past come upon me with a crack of a whip which strike me invisible on my back. The tape measure on the scale of isolate from touch of you. A glean of malice with my eye bring me daunts the creek which dwell in my feet. The liquid seem climb through my calf's reaching for it goal. The battle is begun with red cells,white cells frighten back but it feel like Satan himself push with fire and brim stone.
The dream of being alone is complete with no more emotions to eat away through me and chew the flesh of my bones. The room is midnight all round me. The blanket is swoop up upon me. I am fine with position in the world laid on the street beneath me. Pavement is the bed which I belong. As hid with the shadows with man with horns under his hat, he slips my device in my pocket. I watched the stars with angels in them, my red cells are ready for Satan to come calling.