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09-14-05, 12:08 PM
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"Masquerade Of The Jackals"
IP: 28AD 5545
*Walking In The Door*
So festive, the serpents lust engulfs a room of adolescence. Fitting its theme, takes shape our actions within this Ball... this Masquerade "Party" where the first of its intentions has bullied the meaning of party right off the deep end. The essence beholding our persons continues to inhale the blaze for which it sinks, as a Faceless charade tiptoes the flame. Every face masked by Plastic lies and porcelain smiles. But Isn't This Beautiful!? Everything Sound In The Land Of Same And Pure! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! A rage so painful, fierce, that the devil himself licks at my lips and spits in the face of every Common Individual in the room only to have a droplet of hate splashed back in his face... As the gate keeper to self Masks these emotions with pleasantries. *Making My Way Around The Room* Led steps worn around my neck grace the dance floor. Sounds of Giggling Mutes beat the drums of Deaf Conductors as every hand meets its equal upon its metaphysical opposition. I meet my match amung the room... Truthfully its felt so False yet her blank face left me assured of neither pleasure nor pain. This uncertainty leaving the Beast that is confusing to tend, tend to is tender target upon Anxiety's pressure point gnashing at a fragile strand of sanity daring its very unraveling. As my heart Races to fend off this Bare wits assault my eyes Dart every which way every time the fall of my partners opaque cue's snap the rack for which im with held. Quickly from billiards to marbles as upon my stare they're lost. And then I see it, an innocence peaking through the fogs. As I check her eyes and her everything is now mine for the taking. And then it's lost. The every word of this women lay deep in her pupil but with the flirtatious shutter she erased a past. *I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!* I've Wondered Enough! I Deserve Her Reality Into Mine! Nearly Salivating For The Common Curtesy Of Trust... TRUST ME YOU STUPID WHORE! TRUST ME!!! I Need To Know Her, I Need To Live Through Her Lines. Dance Along A Crows Foot To Taste All The Tears Seen. Run The Miles Of Cheek To Kiss The Thought Of Its Smiles Or Wallow In The Tides That's The Crows Have Pissed. With A Cold Hand I Reach And Tare At Her Mask! slowing, as a gentle glow illuminated from under the slate. slowly now, feeling as though it could only be beauty... sifting in a moment of trust before the mask finally caves. In Horror I Go To Withdraw But Am Already Falling. The Mask Simply Slips Through A Gash And My Hands Fallows It Through The Other Side Of This MONSTERS HEAD! As Soon As Possible I Recoil My Hand As She Stares At Me, Or So I Think, All That Is To Me Is The Blankness Of Nothing As The Music Screeches To A Stop... As The Music Screeches To A Stop... As If The Notes Themselves Had Withdrawn In Horror. And Then I Notice... The Blank Stares Of Everyone, I Felt The Whisper Of A Hundred Persecutions Born As Everyone Removed There Mask, Only To Reveal The Same Hideous Self That Was My Partner. Somehow I Stand Now The Outcast, The Crimson Grinned Idiot Who Somehow Had Lost HIS Mind! SOMEHOW IM FUCKING INSANE! IM LOSING IT!!! NO FUCK YOU! As I Blink My Eyes And A Nightmare Is Erased From Me. I Stood There, Corrected Of My Delusion... Yet, still standing the phantom drifting amung faceless peers. |
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