Stuffing and puffing and screaming and muffling,
it's all found in the pigs crusade!
Kicking and stifling and all sorts of tricking,
You know you'll discover it there.
There's no doubt about it,
or a way to hide it,
the mud will just get everywhere.
But this is beloved,
yes! Everyone loves it!
The moan of the pigs crusade.
Through the divide
Between the departed and the other side
Lies the Man with endless time
With the pale, thoughtless eyes
He's the one who is me
He is everyone
Taking what he deems
Is His
Leaving what's left of Him
The past Him
The future Him will be traveling onwards
Moving on through lakes and orchards
Taking what he thinks is his.
The forests of doubt only hinder Him,
Seas of questions only strengthen Him.
But a single word can destroy him.
For the only thing He can't leave behind,
Is his heart.
Those last words "Care for more?" end my hunt
for the luscious ambrosia which catches my lust.
I rose, planning to reach for my goal,
to get hold of a few drops more.
But that demon pulls back with devilish scorn.
She sayth "this warrants for more"
to which I retort "but I shall love you evermore!"
That does not seem to work,
not anymore.
"My catalyst, it will flow here no more..."
Thus I defiled her idyllic grace.
She hath bequeathed all.
All but the last drop.
No longer shall I see her ethereal face,
behind closet doors.
Now I am left, here, alone.
...thus alone I mourn.
Stuffing and puffing and screaming and muffling,
it's all found in the pigs crusade!
Kicking and stifling and all sorts of tricking,
You know you'll discover it there.
There's no doubt about it,
or a way to hide it,
the mud will just get everywhere.
But this is beloved,
yes! Everyone loves it!
The moan of the pigs crusade.
Through the divide
Between the departed and the other side
Lies the Man with endless time
With the pale, thoughtless eyes
He's the one who is me
He is everyone
Taking what he deems
Is His
Leaving what's left of Him
The past Him
The future Him will be traveling onwards
Moving on through lakes and orchards
Taking what he thinks is his.
The forests of doubt only hinder Him,
Seas of questions only strengthen Him.
But a single word can destroy him.
For the only thing He can't leave behind,
Is his heart.
Those last words "Care for more?" end my hunt
for the luscious ambrosia which catches my lust.
I rose, planning to reach for my goal,
to get hold of a few drops more.
But that demon pulls back with devilish scorn.
She sayth "this warrants for more"
to which I retort "but I shall love you evermore!"
That does not seem to work,
not anymore.
"My catalyst, it will flow here no more..."
Thus I defiled her idyllic grace.
She hath bequeathed all.
All but the last drop.
No longer shall I see her ethereal face,
behind closet doors.
Now I am left, here, alone.
...thus alone I mourn.
Current Residence: Earth deviantWEAR sizing preference: L Favourite genre of music: Everything really. Favourite style of art: Realistic/ horror and some anime styles. Operating System: Windows MP3 player of choice: N/A Shell of choice: Red Turtle Skin of choice: Leather
I went and tried out my Greece cosplay to see if it works, I figured that straightening my hair would do the trick hairstyle wise. Can't wait to debut it. =3
I really don't expect many people to answer. Does not matter.
"What If.."
I died:
I kissed you:
I lived next door to you:
You found out I was married:
I stole something:
I was hospitalized:
I refused to leave my home:
I got into a fight while you were there:
"Would You.."
Help me hide a body:
Keep a secret if I told you one:
Hold my hand:
Take a bullet for me:
Try to solve my problems:
Love me:
Date me:
"Have You Ever.."
Lied to make me feel better:
Lied for me:
Wanted to kiss me:
Wanted to kill me:
Broke my heart:
Betrayed me:
Kept something important from me:
Thought I was unbearably annoying/felt like you couldn't