When the soft rain patters on the skull of my hollow shell,
and the musical pain brings my life down to hell,
i can't see for the steam that's coming of my hot skin,
cause my anger burns my soul till it's charred black as sin.
oh darling girl of dreams and dust,
where can i find the will to trust,
my silver armor is now all rust,
decayed by senseless ugly lust,
protect my soul, keep it contained
don't let a single piece remain,
it taints the world, the play, the game,
i just want peace instead of fame.
now when the night falls into place
and still my heart beats a fast pace,
i love the dark, the smell of mace,
and women wearing too much lace,
because my life's a turtle race,
and i am just a snail.
Please destiny, you're not too kind,
Why can't you ease my racing mind,
you're deep dark eyes are heavy lined,
with no sleep left, no time to find,
I just want Peace and Hope and Luck,
I'm walking sludge, my arms are stuck,
my life is running far amuck,
and i simply couldn't give a fuck.
When molten tears from heaven's curse fall open faced,
Landscapes, children, homes and heads turn into waste,
perverting my senses till the only one i use is taste,
how crime and punishment are always interlaced,
for you cannot hear the screams in rapture's grace.
Beautiful girl who rules my life,
I wish you were my friend and wife,
but still you're just reflected in my knife,
hinting at a final end to strife,
but though your offer does entice,
my mind listens to your advice,
never makes the terminal slice,
i can't afford so high a price.
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Like I said before,
If Vin wrote poetry, it'd be this. This is incredible, and beautiful, and I enjoy it every time I read it. Keep writing babe, it's really wonderful.
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