KnightSaberRage

Drawing inside these lines Your still using that pen father gave you Soaking your pastal mind into the canvas Your still using a paint brush Soft smiles in the cobwebs of our brains Six legged ghosts scurry amongts the metal gears Signitures upon programmed thoughts Mans enginered seed Children who ask Whats the next impliment what colors are left to find How do we draw outside the lines Robotic limitations Can't be set free From ourselves Baterries charged from death to death We'll live forever In robotic imitation We children of man Just another creation Limitation, immitation Lush plains are nothing but cold doors in

Hip-pity Hop-pity .... Hip-pity Hop... The rabbit drug its tattered form up the old cherry wood clock Hip-pity hop-pity doc The mice gathered round the clock The cluck chimed One The carcass fell down hip-pity Hop-pity doc Hip-pity hop-pity Doc The Easter Bunny's' as dead as it gets The clock chimed two Now the mice chant and draw their sticks hip-pity hop-pity Doc Hip-pity Hop-pity Doc Just remember one little thing The mice will say "cook the meat and serve it with eggs" So Hip-pity Hop-pity Doc - note- Rabbits were only visualized being hurt in the process of this poem. None died or were injured.However alas the possum d

So far there hasn't been a single stop yet to let the passengers off. We've passed the same buildings, driven the same roads, the only thing that ever changed was maybe the seating arrangement even then that to eventual becomes nothing more the repetition We've been aboard long enough to smell the pleasant sent of middle aged dust its settles upon the seats and clings helplessly to the window it becomes a strong foundation yet there are no cob webs its still enjoyable its still what we want timeless maybe and then the bus stopped or maybe it was an accident someone got off they will no longer see all that we see and they no lo

i am, what i am a burning headache like some freaks completly content with wrapping their acidic laced fingers round my skull. forever wondering, second guessing just being and existing making plans breaking promises telling lies half believeing them watching others enjoy somethin so fragil its amazing others havent broken it yet Heads swiming with nothing but a queer sensation of burning. As if the hot tears roasted the nerves controling vision. i wonder if my mind was roast beef, if it tastes good i'd imagine so hungry thirsty simpicity what it is to live reasoning souls questions lead to nothing but un answers. Just gonn

Run, go with your tail tucked deep between your legs dig yourself a hole and share it with noone just leave them and they'll never leave you isnt that how it really goes? once a little girl fell down Pebbles peirced her skin, soil drinking crimson phantom hand held out its tender reach and she took it Nothing solid but its all not fake Taking steps , nothing by her side not the voice she heard nor the touch she felt they were all lies why do we as gods believe whats in our hands why do we as humans believe whats in our heart why do we as dogs see only happyness We dont see the poisen we dont see the dagger! We dont see the