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Drunken Conspiracy
Dancing in his slumber to
The beat of Billie Jean
Moaning and groaning
A number of things
The betrayal it stings,
The gargoyles sing
Of a life consisting of
UFO's and crime scenes
Under the influence of
A drunken telepathic cadence
Stealthily he sneaks into her mind
Croaking the faintest of whispers
With no remorse he asks 'Darling
Would you like to drink of the
Black conspiracies of the liquid
That inhabits my drinking glass?'
Her dead body crooned
a soft,subtle lullaby
spawning the words
'No, no, no baby let my spirit go
I bequeath you to let me rest
In peace beneath the frozen tears
of the morbid echoes of the snow.'
The beat of Billie Jean
Moaning and groaning
A number of things
The betrayal it stings,
The gargoyles sing
Of a life consisting of
UFO's and crime scenes
Under the influence of
A drunken telepathic cadence
Stealthily he sneaks into her mind
Croaking the faintest of whispers
With no remorse he asks 'Darling
Would you like to drink of the
Black conspiracies of the liquid
That inhabits my drinking glass?'
Her dead body crooned
a soft,subtle lullaby
spawning the words
'No, no, no baby let my spirit go
I bequeath you to let me rest
In peace beneath the frozen tears
of the morbid echoes of the snow.'
Published 26th Jun 2011
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26th Jun 2011 8:34pm
I genuinely like how it reads, but I don't think it says anything. Maybe the heat has got to me. One concrete piece of advice is 'keep an eye out for that doubling up of 'of the' in the fourth stanza.'
