Scavengers


Scavenger.
Hair slicked back, boy,
You're a cool, cool flier.
Wings wheeling about feathers,
Black, licked with wind blown fire.
Don't forget the prey on the ground,
They pray with their head held down.
The world is yours for the taking,
Crazed lips spiral into a grin,
You're insane, boy, you and your desires.

Prey.
Hair flecked gold, girl,
You're a beauty in disguise.
These oversized sheep sweaters,
Can't hide those mythical eyes.
Be wary of the vultures and crows,
Yet careful of the jackals and wolves,
Just keep away from all of those.
The poison in your blood won't do you any good,
Until after these flying frights are full.

Ghosts.
Pale faced spectators like spectres sit.
Hopeless sinners who refuse to intervene,
Watch this massacre of good,
The scavenger's haunches are lean.
Without so much as fang and claw,
Gold flecked wonder can only slump,
Into the tree stump she failed to see.
Raven haired, airborne danger diving in.
He is no stranger to speeds beyond him.

Conclusion.
Watch the blood trip from his maws,
This imaginary girl crumpled and broken,
Pieces of her stuck in ivory jaws.
And if you think this fiction is fiction,
Make your way to a window and hold on to the sill.
You are witness to things you considered fake,
To be very real. Moral.
Someone is waiting for you, too.
The scavengers will pick you clean when you die,
And until then you are always in company.
These scavengers are sleeping with you.
These scavengers are sleeping with me.

Thomas

Call him Thomas he prepares people to be buried,
He paints the cadavers a smile though his mind is weary.
The temperature rising here in the mortuary,
You've got to be careful or you spoil the stiffs.
Lonely Tom and his bodies alone he wonders...

He wants to move to Alaska to start a new life,
Befriend the Eskimo children and build a snow wife.
He swears he will use the ice as a blanket,
And sculpt a pillow out of a mountain.
And his pulse lacking friends stay colder than you.

Things are getting hot here closer to the equator.
His hair is melting, synthetic plastic strands into human rubber.
The bodies begin to stink, releasing the awful odor.
His skin turns red but his mind returns to cold.
Simple brain freeze to keep him from turning old.

Thomas is getting tired, well he's tired to death,
He looks at his wards and touches their features,
His finger tips near the lips and it's here he lingers.
Thomas leans in holding his breath,
And he kisses body number 4, drawer K.

Thomas' friends are rotting in the swelter,
He's too tired to find the reason for the blisters.
Thomas looks for his best friend in drawer A,
He climbs in with her, gunshot wound to the trachea.
He falls asleep curled around her torso.

His chest rises and falls, and falls again.
Never to rise, Thomas and friends.

Originally Posted by Katyppfan When Pete plays it is 100% live , your music if that's what you call it doesn't sound so good either? so you can't really critercize can you ?

Originally Posted by Katyppfan When Pete plays it is 100% live , your music if that's what you call it doesn't sound so good either? so you can't really critercize can you ?

Emma Bear

Sex has never been more worthless,
A mild tempered snake enters a bag of sand.
My insides contract with that adoring look,
Adorning her face she's got her hooks,
Deep into my back drawing me downward
Like an leaden anchor filled with darkest matter.
I'll sink here awhile and listen to her laughter.

She cheers me on as if she can hear my hesitation,
I'd rather eat a blistering orphan than continue
With this sickly, wet concerto of undulations.
Her screams of pleasure are my bowels retching.
She fumbles over my skin like a blind child seeking comfort,
She looks into my eyes seeking some sort of return,

If only she realized that I'm not even there,
But rather in silence, a time out of mind,
A billion ashes in a cast iron urn.
Tomorrow is only more of the same,
She'll hold my hand and think of perfection,
It's my cuff to the cold of skin and bone,
My detestable queen has made me,
A king...
sitting in my forever throne.

Originally Posted by METALLICA89 Ive seen you on muiltipul forums saying Metallica and slayer are the worst **** you kid go suck your **** while you listen to your ****ing emo **** I bet you do listen to emo music