Post by Jack of Blades on Aug 27, 2006 12:49:55 GMT -5
(OOC Note: Italicized lines lyrics from 'Thinking of You by A Perfect Circle.)
Every time I walk past the familiar hooker on my journeys down Philadeliphia, I’m thinking of you,
Lying all alone and restless unable to loose this image
My days are filled with a reckless void, loss of your decrepit features agonizing in pain,
Sleepless, unable to focus on anything but you’re surrender
I wanted to appease my sadism with your own expression of masochism,
Tuggin' a rhythm to the vision that's in my head
Praising each other’s own insanity in our twisted warfare of mentalist fatalities,
Tuggin' a beat to the sight of you lying
These prostitutes too familiar for me to deny, nothing like your drive, everything like your body,
So delighted with a new understanding
Like yours, scars depicts their failures because of their naiveté, yours go deeper than physical
Something about a little evil that makes
Cuts for those who don’t pay on them, Cuts for you for you are your own mistress,
Something about a little evil that makes
You prostitute your body to yourself, your temple one of hedonistic blood and plasma,
That unmistakable noise I was hearing
No one else made you cut, as much as yourself and me,
Unmistakable sound that I know so well
First victim in this little political conflict, did you clip your wings before you fell?
Spent and sighing with a look in your eyes, spit and sweatin' with a look on your face like
Untouched by society, your first entry caused your ultimate fall
Sweet Revelation Sweet Surrender, Surrender, surrender, surrender
The misnomer slow-poison betrayed you with his emperor’s presence,
Tuggin' a rhythm to the vision that's in my head, Tuggin' a beat to the sight of you lying,
Should have buried you with a carving knife, for you the maggots came from above ground eating,
So delighted with a new understanding
We, maggots, eat at your renown, gotta keep your who defy normalcy down while bringing me up,
Something about a little evil that makes
Antiquities for my fame, made proud by deeds done and swallowed by dust,
that unmistakable noise I was hearing
Defecation of your future, as he holds onto his past accounts of slaying the villains,
Unmistakeable sound I know so well
The war marks of my harlot will be reflected on the tempered whine tonight,
Spent and sighing with a look in your eyes, Spent an Sweatin', With a look on your face like
My beautiful harlot will be remembered with blood and sweat and pain and comedy,
Sweet revelation, sweet surrendering, Sweet revelation, sweet
[glow=Orange,2,300]Thinking of you, thinking of you,
Thinking...[/glow]
-A Poem by Jack
Every time I walk past the familiar hooker on my journeys down Philadeliphia, I’m thinking of you,
Lying all alone and restless unable to loose this image
My days are filled with a reckless void, loss of your decrepit features agonizing in pain,
Sleepless, unable to focus on anything but you’re surrender
I wanted to appease my sadism with your own expression of masochism,
Tuggin' a rhythm to the vision that's in my head
Praising each other’s own insanity in our twisted warfare of mentalist fatalities,
Tuggin' a beat to the sight of you lying
These prostitutes too familiar for me to deny, nothing like your drive, everything like your body,
So delighted with a new understanding
Like yours, scars depicts their failures because of their naiveté, yours go deeper than physical
Something about a little evil that makes
Cuts for those who don’t pay on them, Cuts for you for you are your own mistress,
Something about a little evil that makes
You prostitute your body to yourself, your temple one of hedonistic blood and plasma,
That unmistakable noise I was hearing
No one else made you cut, as much as yourself and me,
Unmistakable sound that I know so well
First victim in this little political conflict, did you clip your wings before you fell?
Spent and sighing with a look in your eyes, spit and sweatin' with a look on your face like
Untouched by society, your first entry caused your ultimate fall
Sweet Revelation Sweet Surrender, Surrender, surrender, surrender
The misnomer slow-poison betrayed you with his emperor’s presence,
Tuggin' a rhythm to the vision that's in my head, Tuggin' a beat to the sight of you lying,
Should have buried you with a carving knife, for you the maggots came from above ground eating,
So delighted with a new understanding
We, maggots, eat at your renown, gotta keep your who defy normalcy down while bringing me up,
Something about a little evil that makes
Antiquities for my fame, made proud by deeds done and swallowed by dust,
that unmistakable noise I was hearing
Defecation of your future, as he holds onto his past accounts of slaying the villains,
Unmistakeable sound I know so well
The war marks of my harlot will be reflected on the tempered whine tonight,
Spent and sighing with a look in your eyes, Spent an Sweatin', With a look on your face like
My beautiful harlot will be remembered with blood and sweat and pain and comedy,
Sweet revelation, sweet surrendering, Sweet revelation, sweet
[glow=Orange,2,300]Thinking of you, thinking of you,
Thinking...[/glow]
-A Poem by Jack
