Blood Dreams pt3: Kalidescopic Mind

By Armour


-Jesus Fucked me and left me for dead
-Raped me in my own damn bed
-Pinned me down and screwed my life
-Stuck me with an unlucky knife




When failed hearts are long to find
I'm best equipped with this mind
Try to unite the scattered four
Bring them to a mosaic core
Watch the rage, lost in reflections
This mind is hard with recollections
Tonight this heart will paint the floor
But, only if you ask me to roar

|[ I'd die for you, in less than a breath
|[ I'd slit your throat and cherish your death
|[ I would hold you this night, give you protection
|[ I'd mount your head with this knife infection

I've built this throne of saftey
Just giving you another maybe
But, the cushion is of a rose's thorn
And now you see my growing horns
Maybe the innocense was illusions of lust
And you had to have what you had, a must
But, your demise was not your trust, but, bought
I purchased your heart, for use of the juggernaut


|[ I'd die for you, in less than a breath
|[ I'd slit your throat and cherish your death
|[ I would hold you this night, give you protection
|[ I'd mount your head with this knife infection

Sense of failure is assured
Here's my card, get procured
Forget about it, I'm now bored
Have you not seen you're whore'd
How right are you to be wrong
Wait, come back, I have this song
It's easy to write with this hate
Mixed emotions, kalidescopic fate
Please leave, I feel quite sick
I want a treat, but get a trick.


|[ I'd die for you, in less than a breath
|[ I'd slit your throat and cherish your death
|[ I would hold you this night, give you protection
|[ I'd mount your head with this knife infection
-I'd mount your head with this knife infection
-I'd mount your head with this knife, with this knife, knife infection
-I'd mount your fucking head. Mount and destroy. You're just a toy.
-With this knife infection, itemized correction. Recollection of times.
-I'd mount your fucking head with this knife and destroy your life. Bring about your end
-I'd kill away all of the dead. And then feed you to an ocean with my hands to throat.
-Watch you drown and flail in your coat. Just fucking DIE. Fucking die and kill this mind.
-I'd mount your fucking head. This chemical induction is needing to be fed. Kill the dead.
-I'd mount your fucking.... rape you in your bed. Watch you bleed and cry out for more.
-You're just a stupid fucking whore.
-I'd like to watch you die. And then I would begin to cry. It's with this hate I find my love.
-I'd mount your head and give you a kiss. To find myself again in bliss. Dreams sensation.
-I'd mount your head and slit your throat. And feed upon your blood this day.
-I'd mount you in your grave and slit these wrists for three words I used to say.


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© 2006 Armour
Published on Saturday, June 3, 2006.     Filed under: "Rage" and "Poetry"
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