gray walls, impenetrable steel
suffocation! condemnation!
little hands groping in subterranean uncertainty
mommy? daddy? am i dead?
nay! nay! reborn into purifying fluorescence!
a face emerges, strong and male
father to me? father to all!
overseeing our lives, our eternities.
harshness of discipline
harshness of love
obedience my savior!
larva to pupa, pupa to worker
buzz, buzz! one with the steel honeycomb 10 lies within the 101 significant at last till gray seeps from walls to hair, to soul then, eternal slumber, the sweet sleep of incineration.
happy birthday :love:
I thought some guys played fallout here, and read that kind ladies birthday poem to me, a special poem just for me
Crying death, dead in bliss
Bliss death, death death, darkness
Pain, sadness death, bliss death
Bliss dead bereavement, alone bliss
Rip death bliss, sorrow death
Bliss death bliss death
Double bacon cheese burger
Along, bliss, death, dead,
Crying, death bliss
...Did I win?
i am so confused
grim nights
and frostbitten shores
are my only comfort
when in bed
with these wintery whores
poison, sounds like something panic would write while eating a jr cheeseburger with no mayo and onions
at least I know the way vamp lives, Lisa, when you play fallout, you'll see the poem :-x
correction: 10 triple whoppers