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today
i sleep inside my lair or prison and stare out the window
into the night
alone at last i hide inside...
deep cargo nets i trawl my seas ,
the pain is shifted pushing me deeper with the tide i roll and save ,
my mind itself it feels concave .
.i stop and pause a moment again to stare
and rejoice within its redeeming glare ,
the lights are coming guiding me home ,
the sounds of engines throttled forward ,
another rip torn in my soul
another chest another chasm that i have owned..
deeper down my trip begins ,
into the tree trunk , deeper skinned
eating away at the flesh inside ,
and natures cause it fills my mind
the more i eat the more i sleep
the deeper my roots grow into this tree.....
these things run deep while i just sleep ,
deaf and dumb to the noise of the day,
just wishing they would go away...
and further still into the core the roots start opening ,
the vents do pour ,
slipping softly anguish within
begins to surface with a nasty grin,
terrors childish born of few ,
slaps me sideways til i give in,
one hit one crime one man alone ,
a time for living seasons past
the cold sharp chill of winters last breath creeps down my spine ,
and the twinging suicide of my mind begins to recede
and old and grey with furrowed brow and sunken cheek
my life about to be done in
awake to find myself alive ,
not much left to do but time
and back to my lair my head turns now ,
a gilded prison of time and sin
slip inside the long dark mind,
a tale thats born of sin and not much left of the divine,
one dakr night my souls elastic
screaming out i m made of plastic
electric ees wriggling inside ,
catapulting me forward to take whats mine
one step forward and a dash of backwards
all spiced up with pinch of cinnamon
scribbling back and forth on walls ,
recipe is disaster, kind no master,
all diced up , remove my plaster
break the mould of my psychometry
shallow scold me i m not hectic
scold me more and slap my bottom, finger in my ass
i m cumming fortwith
slip inside my mind, see i am unkind, a mask of deception throughout the day , a dark soul throughout the night i scream inside and then i shout and fight..today is a bad day, tomorrow another soulless breath
Zodiac Sign
sagitarriusFavorite Color
i like coloursFavorite Vacation Spot
sisters house in australiaFavorite TV Shows
the necromancer s dance devoid of romance the creatures stare devoid of care the little runt i beat them all i rape their parents and kill their old i kill them all and kill some more i piss on their graves and then shit on them some more til the laughing dance does take control then bent back skyward releasing roars at moons a howling , a raging wildling alive and soon, the temptress s gaze with clips in hair come see my demon , come see me ensnared within the trap of my own divine creature a crystal prism entwines my soul.. bound to earth and walk no more.. a wandering soul trapped in a cage release the beast he is untamedFavorite Actors
feed the fire and feed the flame, feed the demon , feel his mane, hear his roar , fear his wrath , his hissing sickness slouched in the grass. a viperborn of bearded flame , sit on the serpent and play his game.....to death til lost , til carcass rots , the dance of trance begins once more... the serpents head moves left and right wondering when it will strike, another hiss and retreats away once more into the nightFavorite Actresses
the dilemma , favourite actress or favourtie eye candy!Favorite Foods
anything i have cookedFavorite Music
hopscotch , one o clock two o clock three o clock,, four, kick her in the cunt and then come knocking at your door mischief plain misbehaved , kick her in the face and then kick her some more hopscotch one o clock three o clock four, kick her in her cunthole self she loves it dont you see, the devils in the icepick you have within your hand, a mind that screams heres johnny comes knocking on my door. should i answer it...
Status: San Siro here I come world cup qualification , come on ireland
Joined: October 11, 2012
Age: 48
Sex: Male
Orientation Straight
Location: Tipperary, Ireland
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July 6, 2019
i crawl from the pain, can i etch my name upon your skin and carve a cunt out of your chin.
July 6, 2019
fuck the world and bring disaster , from a forgotten throne , from the walls i m peeling plaster, no digress nor need for master, hell is bent , i heed no warning , wont repent , just regret the way my time is spent.
July 6, 2019
dwelling here, reminiscent soldier, swelling here pressing bolder, forgotten son and murdered daughter. scaling the walls while bailing the hay,. never wondered what i did today, the darkness comes all over me the darkness hums it tune for you deliverance from evil would be just swell if it wasnt inside me creating hell.
January 23, 2018
18 36 to transcentral, hypervigilant and a dash of fucking mental, cautiously aware of the enemies around me, sitting in the chair with an air of despair and then a gentle calm just washes over me , kick back relax lie down feel myself sink into the ground , past the fortress of the underworld where her gates stand closed, eyeballing the demonic fellows but standing my ground. sinking deeper and bypass the gates unlock the central core and twist the blade of fate, hands hips thighs grips blade flicks somersault flips of a ninja twist left shake head soul sunk spirits lifting upwards , icarus reborn , moths to the flames, i did it an i fell and now i ll do it once more.. steps inside the eye of the needle and hears murmurs of yeay though i wal through the valley of the shaddow of death i shall fear no evil and time marches on to the beat of my drum, no walls, not hung by the neck , no heads on stakes past crystalline palaces of liquid mind gloss sureptuously spitting lyrics from the eternal mind warp
November 5, 2017
time to digress, a solemn tune plays in the background, the remote switch is turned off, noises cannot be heard, a confusion inside that cannot be denied, perturbed disturbed monologue that goes on and on and never shuts up. finds off switch, steps out of the limelight and into the shower , wait another hour for flower , no decide to destroy ones non existence by existing inside a silver cylinder swells. depressions bells come ringing home more nonsense, it aches.