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Psychopathic Hopscotch
I don't know where I've been... What I've done...
OH MY GOD!!! Where did this blood come from?
What do you mean? What was her name...
What about the Pain! Am I Insane?
It' Psychopathic Hopscotch. Are you Fucking with me???
It' a God Damned trip from Madness to Sanity...
We were happy together yesterday. Toss the stone and play away.
ONE. TWO.. THREE... FOUR....
BLOOD ON THE FLOOR!!!!
Fucking Whore
A trip from Sanity to Madness and nothing more.
OH MY GOD!!! Where did this blood come from?
What do you mean? What was her name...
What about the Pain! Am I Insane?
It' Psychopathic Hopscotch. Are you Fucking with me???
It' a God Damned trip from Madness to Sanity...
We were happy together yesterday. Toss the stone and play away.
ONE. TWO.. THREE... FOUR....
BLOOD ON THE FLOOR!!!!
Fucking Whore
A trip from Sanity to Madness and nothing more.
Published 21st Jan 2011
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22nd Jan 2011 10:04pm
okay i don't knw what everyone else thought abot this poemut here's my two snse not much but still...HOLY FUCKING SHIT! one this poem says way to much in just a few lines 1.2.3.4...Blood on the fuckig floor. that right there screamed anger and rage like your trying to scram at the eader to understand wha you were feeling when you wote this and yet they didn't comprehend what you meant. I ikeit I really do great wording you made the game hopscotch ito a murder of rage/ passion or both.
24th Jan 2011 00:01am
Hey Thanks, I started out writing this one about fuzzy yellow ducks and playful kittens... I just dont know what comes over me sometimes?
