Its the bomb
tick tock tick tock
Seconds, minutes and hours are irrelevant
He is here with a silver spoon.
Scoop the seed of progress out of me
Reveal yourself a disguised messenger of the devil
Sweet tongue your way through tickling juice beneath
That touch of purity drain
Ooooooh!!! I knew it!
The mind played around it
Heart caressed and physique adorned it
Too late, we are almost there
Did he? NO, he didn't murder
He only chopped off one arm
Then forced burning coal down the throat
He also pulled of all the finger nails
Slicing ears and shaving hair with hot blazing knife
Both legs are two good to be there
So he cut them off as well.
All this while I watched him with a smile
Actually glad he did
Smiling while he deformed the very essence of me
Ripping off dignity
Out of the shower
Rub the sweet scented ball
In the depth beneath your arm
Flee!! oh sweet songs from thy mouth
Stir into my eyes
As silently I scream, 'you murderer'.
Yearning and waiting.
Itchy eyes and glaring eyes
Comb out the filthiness in your mind
Iron the crumpled desire
Mop the wet eyes
And sweep the jokes from your lip
At that point he turned the maidservant
Set to seal the grave
Set to drag down
Now he is about to go
Looking devilishly enticing
Wish you could go and never return
But the numbness of my desire
The piercing arrows and ghost memories
That will torment only for a short while
After this rite of passage
The era of torment
Comes the mighty revolution
Beckons the great change
Adorns the new worthy me.
