Revenge. Er, uh, make that crazy revenge with sprinkles on top. |
Ribeye 11/26/12 Locked down in Utopian Hell, too far gone for a comeback. So many deities, you’d love to believe but you’re untraceable now. Ropes and pulleys hoist your fear-filled smell, twisted rings and moist bindings, but barbless treble hooks didn't suit you well, based on my own moral findings. Deeply, darkly, deliberately, I drew the line. So many lines attached, I took your knees out at the spine. You should've learned to turn away from temptation. I’ve said enough - I’ve said too much. I’ve said enough - I’ve said too much. I've said enough. It’s too late to turn away. Misery, I'm sure you’re satisfied. The skinless fool is barely breathing. So much forgiveness in hypocrisy - it's transformation in the making. Your deconstruction, was it justified? If not, I'll ration it away. Rest in pieces over unplowed fields. You’re untraceable now. Deeply, darkly, deliberately, I drew the line. So many lines attached, I took your knees out at the spine. You should've learned to turn away from temptation. I’ve said enough - I’ve said too much. I’ve said enough - I’ve said too much. I've said enough. It's too late to turn away. |