The Last Scream
FunkeR
Posts: 105
His last step was to the edge
Never saw the light beyond his dreary days
Took his time and smoked his stuff
All alone in his home, that no one knew
He wrote his fears, one by one
All the time he'd known, it'd come to this
the pain inside so numb from the lights
Became something else, became his pride
He took a final sip of his root beer
The drink left half full like the days of yore
He crammed the toxins into the streams
Like the numbness inside It took over him
One last scream of pain
It was one last release
Since the pride of his youth
Had faded away
It was his last scream of pain
It was his last release
Cigar box and shotgun is all he needs
He won't be back
He can't come back now
All is left is his indent
On what was once a narrow line
he won't be back
he can't come back
All we have is his last scream
And the indent of what he was
Never saw the light beyond his dreary days
Took his time and smoked his stuff
All alone in his home, that no one knew
He wrote his fears, one by one
All the time he'd known, it'd come to this
the pain inside so numb from the lights
Became something else, became his pride
He took a final sip of his root beer
The drink left half full like the days of yore
He crammed the toxins into the streams
Like the numbness inside It took over him
One last scream of pain
It was one last release
Since the pride of his youth
Had faded away
It was his last scream of pain
It was his last release
Cigar box and shotgun is all he needs
He won't be back
He can't come back now
All is left is his indent
On what was once a narrow line
he won't be back
he can't come back
All we have is his last scream
And the indent of what he was
I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
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blue haired screamer boy
is missed
i wonder how skeered he was
of becoming normal
(again)
because he certainly started out that way
Are you high?
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
are you?
I'm always high.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.