This is an oldy but a goody. As a matter of fact its one of my best to date. I hope you enjoy it,
0ct.24,2007 11:50p.m.
YOU by, ~A fine mess~
It's because of you I write this, We grew up eating candy and seeds, caring for nature.
We eventually left our element, but how could we have known what lye ahead of us?
So, I move on to tell you of a puzzle that falls apart only to be put back together again,Different each time.
Anger Management,You traded it in for Bondage.
Your handmade Mask fooled everyone but me.
Beautiful but deadly you've forgotten all about our insects and deep sea adventures.
You traded that in for a watered down Disney Land and a trip you know wont last.
I rock back and forth looking down at the Dirty crusty kitchen floor. I gag- and cough, vomiting up blood and Razor Blades.
I get up and start pacing back and forth.
Only to look out the window and see a ghost standing in the yard staring back at me. I pretend to Ignore it but it knows I've seen him.
But just as I turn away, I remember another peace of the puzzle. Our tail as old as time, I see you in Maroon.
You carry my original flame all duck taped and worn out,
But no ware still lingers just as long, so you heart stands still. I turn away so i don't see you slowly dieing hungry from all that you have been denied. And you!? As the peaces change place I see your True form!? You try to lay my Y0ma
spirit to rest,your butterfly wings carry you far away from my crypt but Karma's a b***h and I need not lend a hand.
I sit down and blur you out with an amber sand storm.
I am like a moving rock in Death Vally.
Then, I clear it out like settling ashes.
I see the lost boy medium walking a cross the sand.
He wares a chain of maggots leading down to a rotten Apple known as his heart.We sit and drink poisoned tea but I see and feel your broken doll heart. You push me outside and lock the door.
It's the middle of winter out here so I'm shivering cold out on the porch waiting for you to open the door.
instead I open it, only to find my self caged in cheap multimedia. Talking with killer Abe, he tells me story's out of his long book of adventures.
We say everything and nothing all at once.
We know and feel the Taxidermy deep inside but in my pocket
is a crumpled up name in Japanese.
The memory is old and faded.
I never gave up on you, back then we where a twisted King and Queen of our clan.
We fashioned everyone to death.
Killed with kindness of an odd variety.
The red roses where for him but you gave them to me instead, So I will forever smell them and hang on to this rotten peace candy like a rare treasure.
To the Rock n' Roller, You may run, hide, play your games, tell your lies.
But the blood of your roots will flood your grave.
I start to slip back, float back to the present.
It brings me to whose toughing it out with me now.
I see you the same way as when we first started to talk.
As if I was dreaming a pleasant dream thanks for being a healer and fixing me where it counts. But your true love is the streets just don't forget me when its all over.
XxA Fine MessxX Community Member 
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