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Buddy
Contributed by
wretched_reflections
on
Saturday, 5th April 2008 @ 06:23:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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i'm just a little too sick and you're just a little too dead
'Cause i'm not immune in my defects
To the way you lure and infect
As you swing back and forth
***** cryptic vices entomb false chords that quiver
That ***** quiver like your corpse
Every time i cosset you jerk and spill a bitter stench
Then lay back and expect more
Inside of you i've never felt more empty
You're the vaguest ***** i've ever met
Clouds are more lucid next to your deceptive livid husk
Maybe if i rend that heaving chest cavity
And drain all the bull*****
Your skin will be translucent
And i'll see that without the deceit you're just a blank ***** void
Inside of you i've never felt more empty
It might be my goddamn fault you're dead
But the ***** manifested before you ever felt pain
At least not from me
Every time i cosset you jerk and spill a bitter stench
Then lay back and expect more
Inside of you i've never felt more empty.
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