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Misc./Exp. Mastery of The Beast Part V
Chains tethering me down
Slowly felt effects of beatings
Eyes no longer given to the luster
Dark black and silver flecked hair drawn back
Silence you demand
Words but very loud thoughts
Used to be so easy to drift off
Eyes no longer given to the luster
No more is that allowed
Sparkling water splashed on open cuts
Mouth too dry else a lobbing of spit in your face
Cry you tuant, slapping at the masques trashing them
No tears, no whimpers
Just a soft empty and nulifying stare
Eyes no longer given to the luster of life
Chains tethering me down, keeping your ass from hitting the
ground
Despite the photographs
No malice is felt inside now
Anger does not hold footing any longer
More beatings, still nothing to satisfy tiring you out
Distantly the world is asunder
My soul you thought you could plunder
Really does lend me unto the sweet innocent wonder
Fear cast as but some silly whispered spells that your under
Blissful finally the pain
Soft slow and deep chuckle rifling the air
Like brittle ivory away the chains snap and fall
No movement, simple words "More beatings, I like it"
In that thrown are your hopes
Turning, walking off to slumber
Lazy boy recliners feeling so warm and nice
Hours later cheap rot your gut booze found, applied in
liberation
Sparks, growls and howling
Powder of sulfite and graphite poured on wounds
A match struck to begin to feel, lost in the cold embrace
Booze chugged back to numb again rythmicaly stifled bursts
of
laughter
Fists meet the walls
Not outside but the bottle within
Five, ten years later a tree lies fallen no axe or saw
just force
Disease you've spread called hunger, deprive me of easily
finding content
Never won though
Silly game of poker
Quickly learned it never mattered
More fire dancing upon wounds, caulderizing
Flesh but the waste
Sluaghtering of the self
Lesson tempted to teach not learned
Instead the opposing, through the photos
New chains
Humbled but having reason
Joy finally, no more do the beatings come
Yet ... look me in the eyes, ask me if the beast dies
