The Sadness, Darkness, Tragedy, Angst, Anger (RATED R)

[HarleyScarow]

EDIT: 1 - 17 - 07
It's been an entire year since I have registered at SerebiiForums and I would like to tell all of you how happy you have made me. Now I know I have been a pain in the backside many times in the past since I have joined, but I'm pleased to announce everybody will finally be able to post on this thread. Although this might sound like a rude invitation, most of these poems are directed towards the members on this forum striving to make my life a living hell. Somehow, I managed to make it through all of the melee and tumultuous disasters happening everyday and open this thread for everybody. Feel free to post whatever the hell you want to, as long as you don't annoy me. Actually, you don't really have to post it--I still have a lot more poetry I want to post before this thing can really kick into action. Remember that everything around me is what made me write all of this, and I thank all of you members for allowing me to release all of my anger here without getting anybody into trouble. If there are any questions about the poetry I write, feel free to ask me whenever you can, because this is the place for everybody. Yes, I remember the times when I was a n00b (and I still am), and I know how much it feels to be a teenager running through life without a signal or light to guide your random path (actually, I'm a 14 year old freshman). Remember that if you ever have the urge to ruin something, rip up the paper with poetry or rants you love to write about--Soon, it'll go away. Most of this is intentional, though. Now, after all of the crap I just told you, I can finally be happy to announce--This thread is finally open to the public! Have fun reading my crapshack, and remember nobody's here to prevent you from dying!

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THE HUNDREDTH POST...

King Harley Scarow Totemo

Whereas family joins together in the light
and comical times can give whist away
You sold your soul, and it was a cost,
You know in the end you’ll pay.

Like a Cacturne’s sneakiness, you disobey life
getting away your truth and without delight.
Stalking and taunting throughout the light,
In the end you wish in a never-happened fight.

Isn’t it painful, isn’t it true?
To realize you’d set in a Banette’s blue?
To scream and to screech in all day,
and trick us with an evil Confuse Ray.
Maybe you’re doing voodoo, maybe you’re not,
but soon her freeze will soon become hot.

The dark web you’re hiding yourself in,
it will always prevent you from reaching the win.
It was a fact you want to tinge,
but a bite and a twist, you end in a sting.
A Shadow Ball’s darkness you are trapped,
or a tangled web, and got you wrapped?

How Octillery odds replenishes,
finally spurting, in never finishes?
Go away, because my heart,
is darkened more than a hindered heart.
Sorrow red, as you seek to hide,
how your waving, never by my side.

When the first Wigglytuff sings, you would win?
A bloated face, a curse in sin.
Why must you go to way too much?
To gain something small in a little such?
It's a waste of time, but I'll slap you down,
forever and ever, you'll wear a frown...

FAQ

Q: Sometimes, your poems are minutes apart. There's no way anybody could write that fast--you must be plagiarizing.
A: Actually, considering the server speed of Serebii, I can probably get ten poems done in an entire day. That's why whenever Serebii's server begins to work again, I post all of them at the same time--Even at this rate, sometimes it is slow. Yeah, I don't like people assuming random things.

Q: Why don't you write something more happy for once?
A: Because I'm the stereotype of high school students--Always going through hell everyday and such. Besides, you telling me to stop writing my style is like me telling a tragic writer to begin writing cliché hero novels instead. You can't change my writing style--It's just the way I am.

Q: Your poems suck! I hate you!
A: Thanks. I hate you too.

Q: Your poems make no sense; why do you do that?
A: Mostly because I have a tendency to sneak in secret storylines inside of my poetry. The same way the ebb and the flow of an ocean goes, my poem goes with ripples and random waves. If you want something completely easy and obvious, then don't go here--There's always a hidden message.

Q: You must be plagiarizing--I saw another poem on this site with the same format as one of the posts you made.
A: Yeah, I get this a lot. Every single depressing poem I write, I post onto this thread--This includes the ones I get for school assignments. Sometimes my cute English teacher, Ms. Kreider, has us write a poem in the same format as the one we read. Yeah, maybe I should tag those poems instead.

[HarleyScarow]

Sunshine

Let them be the sunshine
always glowing, blazing, radiating, providing
but harnessed at the top of the sky unreached

I'd rather be heavy, sad rain
falling on civilization, like god's tears
forming heavy, dark clouds

To have broken through the layers above
to live, to feel exposed to the sadness
of the evil, sky of darkness
To be hit by torturing drizzles of acid water
carrying my drop, beyond the ancient sky
into the polluted, invaded street

I'd rather be crying, and if
to become striking hail
then to shimmer the land with precious sunlight
raining down torrential downfalls on the humans of viruses
where they drive, hurt, and hate others away - even their own
greedy, corrupted, foul souls

I'd rather taste of putrid, metal liquid
than of happy-go-lucky, warm sunshine
If I could stand alone and, free of the weak
I'd rather be a small drop of acid rain

[HarleyScarow]

Rotting Heart

One's face smiles at a moment's second,
helping to show care and shine.
It is one you wished to be forever,
but in vanish it walks away, smiling.

A day's first is confusion and sorrow,
of new and light and bullying maze.
A trap memerized by those above,
but an endless labyrinth for your new mind.

Directionless and headless orders listen,
forced and mind without past's remember.
Obvious punishment shows who cares,
but advantage taken, swallowing you up.

Random single gate you must arrive,
faces wild imaginations with your ambition.
Friends at sight without a name,
staring, wishing no gain.

Converse, heart emerge, sharing thoughts...
It was meant for first, then soon lost.
Day a rest, before torture ahead,
it was a smile, one of true shine light.

Soon you know they would walk off,
without a choice, without a thought.
It was a fading memory, of times had,
of first friends, of first memories.

It takes away, the time should been,
of wanting and sorrow, or rotting heart.
To stay forever, was a strong wish,
but our memories reject them without thought.

A gentle wave then and about,
weak binding connection of halls shake.
It weakens and weakens every second,
and memories become ignorant pain.

To look back to little attention,
of what should been all ahead.
It was pain to tattoo in thought,
how life can be a rotting heart.

[HarleyScarow]

Time's Wrath

A face, a smile you should not fear,
a friend to meet, a one you dear.
It's a gentle wind to see them far,
you hold hands, and expect to soar.

It was easy, the walk in day,
gentle entry, sweet walkaway.
It's hard to imagine, how things be,
if her face was one I'd never see.

A friend, a delight, a shine of hope,
to show you the way, on first day's dope.
A gentle time, where confusing was gift,
and run through the hall, a walking swift.

I saw her shine, I saw her talk,
where I was there, without a stalk.
I thought that it would never end,
as I saw her again and again.

Soon time's wrath would soon arise,
we only days left, to talk by sides.
It was nice, for an introduce.
I soon realized, I was time's use.

It soon was over, we everyday waved,
knowing we would never see there away.
It was separated, it was gone,
I then knew, it was yesterday's song.

Her memories were, drowning in the lake,
to meet her again, for good time's sake.
I soon then found, it was a lack of me,
to find her face, and again I see.

A crowd of tears, I'd never again see,
it wasn't a will, but was to be.
It was a gift to see their smiles again,
would always again rush through my veins.

Time took her away from me,
a book a number I'd never read.
It was a time a thought in bath,
for I have faced the true time's wrath.

[HarleyScarow]

Down for the Count

Friends and family with you by your side?
No. This is real life.

About to die and officials come to save you?
No. This is real life.

Lost in hope with another soaking punishment for you?
No. This is real life.

Friends and family...

Bull$hit. They'll never help you.
Oh yeah. They're going to be "on your side!"
Hells no. Cut the crap.
This ain't a movie.

You're in it alone.
Look around you.
There's no friends and family here.
They don't even exist in this world.
And if they did...
Be happy that they aren't here to see you...

DIE

[HarleyScarow]

Watery Grave

Aquatic pool after arriving soon in a new land

Summer has arrived, and you hope for another day’s rest
Eccentric hopes to do whatever you desire and will
A sleep in the water can be relaxing, or a deep fall under

Waters rush through your hair in beautiful flow
Eating sushi on the sailor’s price before leaving
Tenaciously bonding yourself to the thick waters

A nice way to begin a vacation on a new land
Nevertheless, worries go away like nothing ever happening
Deep thoughts about what you want to do next here

Dampening your spirits once you’re lost in path
Eating your way through the fishes and wasting
Excitement brewing through your mind from a dark lost
People embarrassed to know you’re on the same beach

Wet yourself before you even tried getting in
At the time of being, you swim and swim away to land
Tampering with nature has cost you much more sight
Everything running away from you, even the land
Rushing across the water in pain of your passing life
Yes, to whatever can come back and retrieve you tomorrow

Getting water in your throats, drowning with your hands
Raged nobody would assist you, not even your true love
At the time of being, it leads you to wonder the dark true
Very underneath us, and the sea itself in general
Everything is riding on your last swim on the land

Aftermath you want to get dried up right away
Fearing the sea’s blue shine of darkness within
Too cold for you, reaching for your lost hope inside
Eating your soul like the Sharpedo heading towards soon
Running after the one whom’s blood dripped in the wet sea

And you wonder why nobody is around to save you from it
Nevertheless, you try to run away from the swallow

Into the arms of someone who has the knowledge
Necessary to swim into a mouth of darkness forever
Nothing in your way to keep you from impossible
Once you realize there’s one out there you wanted to be
Centering around where others have tried and drowned
Exiting the hopeless whirlpool where others attempted
No, this is real life, and nobody is there for you to help
There is an illusion in your curious and gullible mind

Swimming from life is nothing escapable to the wet
Winds of the moon pulling you away from those you love
Living a life full of nothing but illusions as they swallow you
Making a last breath before it takes you away forever

[HarleyScarow]

When An Experiment Goes Wrong

Wishing an effort to walk away another day
Has a plan up his sleeves to a good plan away
Eating his meal when he gets off track
Never realizing he just got hacked

A walking off and tearing down
Next comes upon a worried frown

Except for what you want for today
X-Ray your face and you can't walk away
Peer pressure among your friends
Exits a door to lead to your end
Rushing through to see your test
Indeterminable you tried your best
Meeting your enemy you created
Entering the life you never degraded
Night hits, and you're blinded by shadows
Too much today, your bone crushed marrow

Getting up is an impossible task
Opening to is all you just asked
Except for the ones you couldn't care
Saved by nobody you couldn't dare

Wrongs and rights of concentration
Ran you off with the radiation
Opening the tube you wish and regret
Nothing you wouldn't want to be dead
Gas attack, and you're sunk in bed.

[HarleyScarow]

The Thorns of the World

Life is a rose as with its dancing red beauty
With a smile of wonder on those that grasp one
And hopes and dreams for those that worship it
Of wedding and sex with true happiness
And springtime with joy blooming
Growing into your precious wish

But every rose has its thorn for everlasting tradition
And the world has more than just a single
Too many to count from one view

Red thorn of global warming and escaping crimson
Orange thorn of child labor and never-ending blood
Yellow thorn of raging sickness and weakness
Blue thorn of tears raining of sadness and depression
Green thorn of lost nature to staining life
Purple thorn of shadows after one has lost in life
White thorn of emptiness...insanity of no return
Black thorn of eternal darkness...absorbing all..giving nothing

A garden of hell's roses is blossoming in full bloom
No...a field of evil lasting a mountain...the world
one by one...falling and growing into melting toxic
Humans and their whims take it...returning it in ruins

One by one destroyed
A single evil left . . . but no good present at all
Stepped and destroyed like a running bug
Life ends

[HarleyScarow]

Thunder's Lab

I walk my way down the path shore
To show the door,
Shocking thunder
I'm a runner.

I walk inside and see a spark.
It was too dark.
Run other way,
Never see day.

I wish there was another path,
but surrounds wrath.
Stuck in a lab,
I just got stabbed.

[HarleyScarow]

Friends In Battle

Together for as long as I want it to be,
I’ll always rely on the ones I trust.
Whether the one I know is another I grow,
and shows me the power that is lust.
He cares for me, even at argument,
and whenever I want him he is there.

But there is another side of us to be,
where friendships and hopes stick indeed.
I wouldn’t be here without his shine;
rather I would be dead in never divine.
How friends can go and are so strange,
Even when they get best and start to regain
how he would show me what his rose.

The delicate plant he gave me helps me
Make it there for another day,
And no matter how painful it feels,
He is by my side, lighting up my sight.
It was a feeling nobody cared,
when you’re simply sad and alone.

How the rose of darkness goes along,
showing me the feather shadowed upon,
and how I want to be just like him,
and how it was meant to be a petal.
The light showering over me,
from the feather of the rose,
Guides me to another day tomorrow,
in which they will care for me.

I have true friends,
like the petals of the rose falling
It beautifully glows on top of me before it
Disappears into the darkness shadows.

How a generous will gave its way to my heart,
Lighting it up with whatever I seek.

He will always be there for me,
but he just doesn’t know it yet.

[HarleyScarow]

Stabbed Troubles

A moment of wonder,
a moment mistake,
you wonder why you would
make path what you take.

It happens all the time,
you want to run away,
but it keeps following,
terror all night and day.

Just a small wire,
to wash off your pain,
a gentle swift slash,
will cause a great stain.

Why don't we do it?
Why don't we die?
When what we can try,
is never deny?

It was the poison,
I added the knife
slowly drenching on,
an effective night.

A piece of metal,
can show you how quick,
the blood could spear through,
without being sick

Why don't we just all
stab our troubles gone?
Once we rush do so
and sing a blood song?

It will be a favor,
the handle a night bar.
Let's stab it all away,
and without a small tar.

Let the stain be reward,
and lick it off slowly.
Once the foes awake,
they'll find themselves holy.

[HarleyScarow]

Crimson Rain

It drops all around as common as the sun,
invisible to any aspect it will remind you of.
It happens night and day, when the time passes,
without an escaping track to race towards.
An unclear passage or a thick enough umbrella,
while it shatters on our heart, extracting.

Within us is evaporating, leading to nothing's essence,
a drizzle growing in armies as it rains more and more,
and no prediction to the direction of the staining rain.
It is the acid we place upon one, dripping rapidly,
and you cannot control the weather, not with magic.
It is happening, and it will never stop raining,
for it will shower on us and we will join our friends
at nowhere in sin and sorrow and pain forever.

The gift we created upon ourselves is returning,
and we cannot stop the truthful and painful cycle,
we have created from our greed and hate for all.
We cannot accept each other, therefore torrential emerges,
and showers us all with our own sided feelings.
The ones we want to wish above are wishing--
joining the ones failing us time before, and reacting.

There is no raincoat for our punishment,
coming back to us against our will, while we hide.
We act like leaves to it's actual existence,
forcing hearts to realize it is sweltering with love.
No matter how much desire to stop the force,
they have emerged too ahead to ever halt cycle.
The intertwining of hates and sorrow
Adds on to the tears we try to escape.

It’s too obvious to our vision,
We try to run away and shield ourselves,
From the melting rain above us, with regret.
About the truth we wanted to feel for a time.
How we want it to be sunny tomorrow
but forces commence raining every midnight

We want to change it but our words are nothing.
The crimson rain will never stop raining
if we continue to give it our energy with will.
We exist, and it will for eternity without gaps.

[HarleyScarow]

Lost In Myself

When you're lost and your spirit's gone,
you wish you were there, reaching a song.
I want to show them the forsaking thought,
of how I went there, tried to go and brought.

To miss to lament, and my heart a furrow,
It never be filled, but tears and sorrow.
It wants to reach out, finding the light,
but realizing the truth meant losing the fight.

Why must it be so hard, a pain to bare?
It just wants to come along, and once be spared.
Searching and searching for the forgotten exit,
walk my way out and I know I won't make it.

Taking one in was a thought trying within,
but at the end I know I'll be hard to win.
Because when your friends leave you--Ones you care,
it will take forever, to once again stare.

Why must you leave me all alone,
through thick and thin I lose my bones?
It was a pleasure to be with one friend,
but now not even forever shall it end.

When you try and try it ever works,
and I go in the darkness forever lurk.
The mist doesn't allow me to go back home,
and now all I can do is go and roam.

Without another person I go through hell,
and the alley's darkness unleashes a smell.
It was the scent I sniffed walking with you,
now that it's gone I can only smile a blue.

A pondering, and the walking away,
it was a wonder how one made my day.
A touch belief striding vagabonds,
I’ll reach as far as I could and then beyond.

Maybe somebody I'll see your face again,
and soon I'll go back and lose all my stain.
Maybe it will never happen or maybe it should,
but to touch you once more is something I would.

[HarleyScarow]

Serendipity

To wonder and seek for what is meant to be,
and pray it comes back to you someday.
Is it a gift you got what you want?
Or is it a curse to never desire?
Is it something you cared and asked for?
Or is it something beyond your mind?
To reach for something that isn’t yours,
but may as well be true as daylight.
Will the other side pay the penalty for it?

Wishing is upon your own command.
You want what it seeks, searching it out.
Whether it reaches onto your dirty hands
Or sinks to the bottom of the wretched ocean
depends on your side of the dark aspect.
Because once you lose the gifted present,
it will never come back without a chance
to greet you again, and swallow in your arms.
Until you promise never to get go again.
But you know it will never be fulfilled in truth…

You searched for what you lost.
You found something greater in return.
Afterwards, you forget what is it
that you were looking for so deeply.
And once you ignore the ones, who were waiting.
You run off as if she never existed, forever.
You know how much punishment she is feeling.
Every second away from her emulating glowing.

She was your seminal light.
As you left her body attenuated away.
How could your precarious act do this to her?
Yet you enervated her with another sadness…
And you were the partisan with the object.
Your words equivocated her and your bonds.
After all the assiduous work together,
you entered with lassitude and left for another.
Yet you have a phlegmatic face with gained lost.

Now you’re acting like a sycophant to gain her back,
but since you’re happy with something else.
You change your mind and stay with the mindless hope,
and die in the snow without a true memory.

[HarleyScarow]

Hopeless Memories

A seek to remember you never forgot,
yet did something you never brought.
It was a wonder to this very day,
you decided to go and think that way.

How everyone made you who you are,
yet your mind decides to be so far.
It was a passion you began to make,
but soon your thoughts began to take.

Isn’t it painful, isn’t it harsh?
To know your head is but a marsh?
Why did you remember, why did you try?
To be your best and go and buy?

A mistake you’ll never fix,
is one you know I’ll never mix.
Especially when your last day is gone,
and your mind fades away at dawn.

To know it will go away,
and never stay to shine an array.
This is pain enough for one,
but seeking inside as there is none.

I tried my best to make you remember,
just to watch them go up in embers.
Is it pointless to just to attempt and try?
Reaching so far but falling from high?

Those times were the one we spent,
how I made with you a single gent.
The time alone was a moment to commend,
how you were my one and only friend.

I want to see your true self again,
but you can’t push yourself as you refrain.
Tell me the secret of your inner mind,
before I force myself inside and find.

Memories are hopeless, never coming back,
because I know you to lay back and slack.
The endless trials of seeing you forget,
the times we had as if we had never met…

[HarleyScarow]

Misguided Fortune

When you look below and see the truth,
how much you missed, how you were uncouth.
Of the things you wanted, the things you seek,
were nothing more than a dream of bleak.
It was a fact you were forced to know,
when you found out that I’ll never grow.
How wonders never imagine and grow forever,
someday you wished that it never ever…

Rather those words would try leading you far,
but those dreams are now stuck in a jar.
Why did you run into the thing you hated?
Even though it was the fact you seek have fated?
Rushing into a situation, no escape,
was sure a way to lead you to rape.
A mistake irreversible to say by thus far,
can somehow make you want to see it more.

A series of death and suffering snow,
wakes in the wind and gives you a blow.
Why must you make the egregious sound?
When you moan in pain and with a frown?
What did I ever do to you to make you here?
To make you end up in a world of fear?
You were lucky and I tried to hold true,
but since you won I was nothing but blue.

It was one wrong turn and you knew that,
but then you ran into an obnoxious rat.
The fateful day you decided to go,
was the one time I made choice to show.
Since you left on that day everything changed,
for the worse and sorrow without a range.
How so much given was a lamentable gift,
and my soul is but a one-way lusting sift.

You missed the grand but you got it all,
but your willing was when you were in crawl.
A choice you made you’d never reverse,
but the gold and silver a realistic curse.
No matter how much you want to keep,
you’ll always end up in a deep weep.
How misguided fortune has done you in,
you’ll realize soon that you’ll never win.

[HarleyScarow]

Nothing Thriving Everything

There’s no single rule to explain existence.
This is why the life is unfair.
This is why life isn’t worth living.
It’s a random world out there.
Nothing is predictable in any sense.

You may wake up one day,
and the next you’re in night.
You may be happy in a second,
and weep in sorrow the next.
You may be brought into the world,
just to be taken away from it.
You may want everything,
but you know you have nothing.

It’s a random world existing.
There is no one rule to describe it.
Some humans gain everything
from doing nothing at all.
While others gain nothing
after all of their hard work.

It’s an unfair world out there,
but you know you have to live within it.
To try as hard as you can,
but get no reply is hell as it gets.
To watch the others have their faces
spoiled beyond belief while you suffer,
and you know they did nothing to get it.

If only equivalent exchange…
Would bail you out of this predicament…
Maybe you would know your place.
Then again, it is but a myth.
A tale told to encourage kids to work hard,
and be good in school everyday.

But you know it takes more than that.
Nothing is ever good enough.
Nothing can ever give back what I lost.
I can work and work for as much as I want.
There will never be anything waiting for me.
There is one thing I can spoil myself with
and that is simple, my friend.

[HarleyScarow]

Piercing Sleeping Nox

After a disastrous night I rip out of my bed
and wish what happened never happened so far…
After what he did to me I wish I could do it…
I yearn to feel the sharp blade of the razor
and slice it through his head for utterly sweet combat…

If he only understood what he did…
I would tear through his genitals slowly
and make him eat it on the bed…
After I have squeezed the pathetic life out of him
he promised we would have a good time yesterday
and I made sure I wasn’t protected
but he had to be the idiot…

The darkness of the night
torments my black soul
as he sleeps on the bed with a snore
unaware of the fool he has been in…
It is too easy to take a blade
and slit it through his neck
just so that I can see him die…

I should tickle him first…
I should make sure he is awake
so the last thing he sees is me
holding a blade in my hand
ready to make sure he yawns at me
with his last impression
before it slices through his neck
his heart and his genitals
and I grab them for myself…

He didn’t make good use of it last night
but I’ll show him it can be worth it…
How when the moon burns on his corpse
He’ll regret ever trying to do so
how he wanted to show me so much…
Yet I wanted so little
But would gain more than he ever gave
if he was rotting on the bed…

I wouldn’t push him off the night
because now I’m free to do whatever I want
until his sleeping wake is no longer more…

[HarleyScarow]

Reaching Upon Your Crimson

When you seek the pool of what
has been there and upon…
It was a wish nobody wanted to be
how it happened as it rushed down my eyes
tearing through like burning hell
as it ripped through my flesh
and revealed the purple maggots
ripping through my brain
eating everything inside of it…

How one couldn’t care less
whether she was dead or was so
because when me reached upon her
she was already unconscious
ready for the garbage truck
to come and pick her up and leave…

But when I reached out to her cadaver…
ephemeral arms slicing her with a razor
So the other jobs can be easier…
I reached out to her heart with vorpal soul
Evanescent corpse rotting on the ground…
Ready to be picked up and taken away…

I was reaching for her mind…
Erubescent rushing through my skin
before it would arrive and take her away
from me for good then I would giggle
onwards with the night in suffering pain…

As the razor with her crimson on it
is the only thing I have left…
When the daily arrival takes her away
I will touch the razor with my hungry fingers…
And slice her blood onto mines to see
what would come out how she could betray me like that…

Memento mori…
The promise I made her when I reached my hands
out to her last night and showed what the truth
would be revealed on the tomorrow’s day
and now that it has come true…
Phlegmatic dreams drift away as she is thrown there
atramentous as I watched her pieces scatter smashed…

[HarleyScarow]

Ripping Inside You

Everyday I wake up to see your face
I know it’s going to be the same thing again
I wanted something new to happen
Something I know I’d never expect
Beyond the shining exterior

How your inner darkness torments
my blackened soul whenever I see your outside
It makes me want to know more about you
How you come so by without a clue of the truth
And hide everything from me within yourself

And then I decide to start with your head
as I take my razor and rip through it slowly
Ephemerally passing through your skull
Seeking the vorpal inside as I dig further
Atramentous hope allowing me to squeeze the flesh

How when your exterior could already overwhelm
Your interior rapes me like licorice whip eating through
But the difference with me licking through your head
Purging through your eye sockets as I rip out the eyeballs
and put them in my mouth to generously chew them.

When you promised you would listen to me
The razor senses the truth in what you did not
as it hears everything you promised not to comprehend
Cutting through your senses without existence
and shutting down the reality’s false knowledge

And how your nose was always crimson with my gift
as I decide to take it back on what you did without me
I rip through your nose hair and use them as my own
and find out the secret to your covert enjoyment
whenever I promised you that I would be back

And then I find your defiling tongue
and who you decided to choose along the way
As I rip out your tongue and savor the taste
you promised you’d enjoy with me later and earlier
My razor slices through your buds

Now I know the truth once and for all
After I have ripped inside of your raging ambition