Week 12: 13. Perpendicular (1-1) vs. 14. Adonis (4-7) \\ Adonis wins 7-2

Perpendicular · 05-14-2014, 11:23 PM

Hunting Shadows

Black sweatshirts, black hats, black jackets and gloves.
I'm freezing cold as the desert sandcastles erupt.
Black letters in black ink that've lambasted to dust
any fraction of tact and left this man damaged enough.
Black envelopes sealed with poisonous lipstick -
still moist with venomous, poignant, ellipses.
A black toilet with shit-like Moissanite ribbons
that flushes into a black hole void of descriptions.
A black boy and his pimp mom working for grades.
There's no difference in death from the urn to the grave -
you've earned your mistakes and certainly made
more than a share. If the world was for trade
your stock price wouldn't be worth your estate.
Alerted awake with black snakes in my bed -
my dream stasis has me facin' faces of death.
Characterless - black - erased in my head -
blanked out, bleary and contagiously spread.

A radiance bled from the heart of my shadow
ever since all the black chips were squandered on ammo.
He's losing light to a fight of carnage and glamor
with a razor sharp, karma enamored, shark in a glass bowl.
Drowning in the reflective wakes and ripples.
That's what he gets for the shady shapes he's shifted -
like when I hug my lady and he rapes the misses.
Misplaces kisses to make her entire face delicious.
Take a hint when the blackness fills the nights
I'm setting out for more than just killing lights.
The black-switch blackens him and I exist as his twin.
When hunting my own shadow, I'm Obssessed like Jim Gaffigan.
A glim packaging for a man thats unhinged -
The brightest ideas come from the blackest of whims.
I travel with snakes and lend a hand to the grim -
seeing faces of death pass you like grains of sand in the wind.

05-14-2014, 11:23 PM	#2
Perpendicular Running Right Through You Join Date: Apr 2014 Posts: 31 Battle Record: 1-3 Rep Power: 9650	Hunting Shadows Black sweatshirts, black hats, black jackets and gloves. I'm freezing cold as the desert sandcastles erupt. Black letters in black ink that've lambasted to dust any fraction of tact and left this man damaged enough. Black envelopes sealed with poisonous lipstick - still moist with venomous, poignant, ellipses. A black toilet with shit-like Moissanite ribbons that flushes into a black hole void of descriptions. A black boy and his pimp mom working for grades. There's no difference in death from the urn to the grave - you've earned your mistakes and certainly made more than a share. If the world was for trade your stock price wouldn't be worth your estate. Alerted awake with black snakes in my bed - my dream stasis has me facin' faces of death. Characterless - black - erased in my head - blanked out, bleary and contagiously spread. A radiance bled from the heart of my shadow ever since all the black chips were squandered on ammo. He's losing light to a fight of carnage and glamor with a razor sharp, karma enamored, shark in a glass bowl. Drowning in the reflective wakes and ripples. That's what he gets for the shady shapes he's shifted - like when I hug my lady and he rapes the misses. Misplaces kisses to make her entire face delicious. Take a hint when the blackness fills the nights I'm setting out for more than just killing lights. The black-switch blackens him and I exist as his twin. When hunting my own shadow, I'm Obssessed like Jim Gaffigan. A glim packaging for a man thats unhinged - The brightest ideas come from the blackest of whims. I travel with snakes and lend a hand to the grim - seeing faces of death pass you like grains of sand in the wind.