Array ( [sid] => 158595 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Emesis [time] => 2010-04-01 18:03:56 [hometext] => ... [bodytext] => THE TRASHIEST TROLL
THE VILEST VIXEN
THE MOST OBESE BEAST
ALL THINGS THAT SICKEN
CAME RUMBLING DOWN MY PATH

SCABIES MARKED SKIN
ROUGHER THAN HIDE
BRUISED, DEFORMED BREASTS
EXPELLING SLIME
IT RAPED MY EYES

AND I IMMEDIATELY REGRETTED MY SIGHT
AND I CURSED AT GOD FOR NOT STRIKING ME BLIND
AN INSTANTANEOUS URGE TO END IT'S LIFE
STABBING INSIDE ME

IT CRUSHED MY LIBIDO'S STRENGTH
AROUSAL SCARRED TO APATHY

THE VERY THOUGHT
THE VERY THOUGHT BRINGS EMESIS...
THE ***** THOUGHT BRINGS EMESIS
THE VERY THOUGHT
THE SLIGHTEST NOTION

IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE OPPOSITE OF PURE
A GANGRENE ***** IMPOSSIBLE TO WHORE
WITH A STENCH THAT WRENCHED
MY INSIDES TO HEMORRHAGING
IT'S LOOKS HAVE KILLED
MANY MEN STRICKEN DEATHLY ILL
MEDUSA AIN'T GOT ***** ON THIS *****

BUT WHEN IT COMES TO KNIFE-PLAY
AIN'T NO ONE GOT ***** ON ME
TIME TO END THIS TRAVESTY

THERE WASN'T MUCH OF AN AESTHETIC CHANGE
VIEWING IT'S MUTILATED REMAINS

6/20/2009
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Emesis
Date: Thursday, 1st April 2010 @ 06:03:56 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: sicknivesevered
THE TRASHIEST TROLL
THE VILEST VIXEN
THE MOST OBESE BEAST
ALL THINGS THAT SICKEN
CAME RUMBLING DOWN MY PATH

SCABIES MARKED SKIN
ROUGHER THAN HIDE
BRUISED, DEFORMED BREASTS
EXPELLING SLIME
IT RAPED MY EYES

AND I IMMEDIATELY REGRETTED MY SIGHT
AND I CURSED AT GOD FOR NOT STRIKING ME BLIND
AN INSTANTANEOUS URGE TO END IT'S LIFE
STABBING INSIDE ME

IT CRUSHED MY LIBIDO'S STRENGTH
AROUSAL SCARRED TO APATHY

THE VERY THOUGHT
THE VERY THOUGHT BRINGS EMESIS...
THE ***** THOUGHT BRINGS EMESIS
THE VERY THOUGHT
THE SLIGHTEST NOTION

IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE OPPOSITE OF PURE
A GANGRENE ***** IMPOSSIBLE TO WHORE
WITH A STENCH THAT WRENCHED
MY INSIDES TO HEMORRHAGING
IT'S LOOKS HAVE KILLED
MANY MEN STRICKEN DEATHLY ILL
MEDUSA AIN'T GOT ***** ON THIS *****

BUT WHEN IT COMES TO KNIFE-PLAY
AIN'T NO ONE GOT ***** ON ME
TIME TO END THIS TRAVESTY

THERE WASN'T MUCH OF AN AESTHETIC CHANGE
VIEWING IT'S MUTILATED REMAINS

6/20/2009


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