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Crawling Around
Crawling around, you want me on my back
The dogs are hounding me for all that I lack
Let me touch the gold, mine is not for sale
Let me writhe here in a naked sweat for a while
You should make me sick, but you make me smile
But all you do is defile me
Clawing at the past with a bent persuasion
To be something that I’m not, a deviation
From everything I should want to need to be
Me is not I and she is not me
You should let me go, but you make me grieve
And all you do is decry me
Claiming me, you want my bones
Making me lost, making me alone
Let me taste, let me touch what I yearn for
Let me press you just a little bit more
You should make me sick, but you make me desire
But all you do is deny me
Coming close to me, your breath on my neck
Want to break it, but in weakness I forget
Let you sink your teeth and drain my life
You want my love, you twist the knife
You should kiss my feet, but you burn my soul
And all you do is drown me
The dogs are hounding me for all that I lack
Let me touch the gold, mine is not for sale
Let me writhe here in a naked sweat for a while
You should make me sick, but you make me smile
But all you do is defile me
Clawing at the past with a bent persuasion
To be something that I’m not, a deviation
From everything I should want to need to be
Me is not I and she is not me
You should let me go, but you make me grieve
And all you do is decry me
Claiming me, you want my bones
Making me lost, making me alone
Let me taste, let me touch what I yearn for
Let me press you just a little bit more
You should make me sick, but you make me desire
But all you do is deny me
Coming close to me, your breath on my neck
Want to break it, but in weakness I forget
Let you sink your teeth and drain my life
You want my love, you twist the knife
You should kiss my feet, but you burn my soul
And all you do is drown me
Published 14th Feb 2012
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14th Feb 2012 9:29am
My imagination completely controls me, and forever feeds the fire that burns with dark red light in my heart by bringing me the best dreams. I've always had a wild imagination, a big heart and a tortured soul so I feel that dark fantasy, love and horror are in my blood. Pure torture of the undead that should welcome you as the queen of the damned. Kudos.
14th Feb 2012 9:33am
Me too. I always thought my imagination would be the death of me. I too have crazy dreams. Have you ever practiced lucid dreaming or astral travel?
14th Feb 2012 9:50am
I once wanted to be a ass'tronaunt, but I was afraid of butts at a young age. Imagination you say? Your talking to a person that 2 days ago I put a hello kitty doll in the microwave just to make a new plate for my daughter. Then again I've thought about the smurfs. Smurfet is the only female...was she a slut or do they just come out of shrooms? Hell I don't know, but I think about it. Space travel... Is that anything like thinking? For I do drift into space, or just the void between my ears. Lucid dreams you say? I have some wicked as dreams. I'm on meds ok. I once dreamt I was the last Twinkie on earth and the put me in a museum and I just got hard. Boy o boy if that's all it takes I would be in alot of museums. Lol
14th Feb 2012 10:02am
Poor Hello Kitty :( lol. For sure Smurfette is a slut. She's the only female isn't she? It's hard to learn to astral travel, but most people do it naturally at some point in their life. Your soul leaves your body every night when you sleep, but we forget most of it. If you can do it awake you find a lot out about the universe but if you're on meds it would be trippy. The last Twinkie on earth - I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing. You would go really stale if they didn't use some kind of preservation process. I would imagine if you were the last twinkie on earth you'd be in much demand :-)
14th Feb 2012 10:13am
Hallucinations are nothing more than awake dreams. I had one the other night. I was driving to work and I saw a shadow beside my car like a man. I looked at my speedo. I was going 35mph ( speed limit) I was like damn that fuckers fast. I lost him at 60mph. I guess he wasn't that fast. As far as the Twinkie MSG's baby I'd not only be but I'd be the man. Cream filling and all. The ol'mighty Twinkie of tacky town.
