insomniatic, she wrote

dead man · 12-15-2013, 02:02 AM

murder

cigarette electric. diminutive, my intro: introspection
salutations Mr. Black. meet Mrs. Misconception
this is a test. it's been an honor. time to go, goodbye
tie a rope. you're Robert Paulson. fight until you die
hyper focused, isotopic, rhyme consultant, why
do i spark with twice the voltage only trying half the time
watching others follow til it almost seem cliche
to write away your pain. hey, farewell, auf wiedersehen
honey's home. i waited, shrinking children in my comfort zone
rushing home from social events to catch a buzz alone
nothing new, but nothing old. lunchables and tea for 2
after all, it's me and you. cafe cups and vehicles
landing where the eagle flew. bask in my ineptitude
asking for recluse while i imagine standing next to you
breakfast food is symbolistic of a happier place
pancakes and bacon. nostalgia is my dragon to chase
pencil graphite arrangement. rubber pads to erase
passive mistakes. sweaty palmprints masking your face
make me your fate. it's already late, i'm already close
to falling from grace. make it okay, make me your ghost
i'll follow your notes. melody plays, harmony floats
we are one. beyond bipartisan votes. carbon and codes
artist's remorse. garbage or gold? scrap it or post
i am jack's dual lives. insomniatic, she wrote

deadman

12-15-2013, 02:02 AM	#1
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606679	insomniatic, she wrote murder cigarette electric. diminutive, my intro: introspection salutations Mr. Black. meet Mrs. Misconception this is a test. it's been an honor. time to go, goodbye tie a rope. you're Robert Paulson. fight until you die hyper focused, isotopic, rhyme consultant, why do i spark with twice the voltage only trying half the time watching others follow til it almost seem cliche to write away your pain. hey, farewell, auf wiedersehen honey's home. i waited, shrinking children in my comfort zone rushing home from social events to catch a buzz alone nothing new, but nothing old. lunchables and tea for 2 after all, it's me and you. cafe cups and vehicles landing where the eagle flew. bask in my ineptitude asking for recluse while i imagine standing next to you breakfast food is symbolistic of a happier place pancakes and bacon. nostalgia is my dragon to chase pencil graphite arrangement. rubber pads to erase passive mistakes. sweaty palmprints masking your face make me your fate. it's already late, i'm already close to falling from grace. make it okay, make me your ghost i'll follow your notes. melody plays, harmony floats we are one. beyond bipartisan votes. carbon and codes artist's remorse. garbage or gold? scrap it or post i am jack's dual lives. insomniatic, she wrote deadman __________________ Zack Wicks for president Last edited by dead man; 12-19-2013 at 12:12 AM.