GarrotTheThief
The Green Jolly Robin H.
- Joined
- Oct 22, 2014
- Messages
- 1,648
- MBTI Type
- ENTJ
Pain in the chest
The heart won't rest or resist the urge to hurt
love is on my breath
My wrist bends and twists and jerks
Trying to write
Crying for right - tears blind my sight
My wrist bends and twists like an everlasting winter night's shiver
all right, My wrist hurts like dust and dirt, mmmhmmmm
Pain in the chest
deep in the heart
full moon on the horizon
Othello is my part
The Jackal laughs with his empty stare as I walk through the valley
Drawing outlines of my body with his chalk , I know his visions of chewing on my flesh, his watering mouth betrays his silent and calm stare,
I hang my head down, low, swing low
and smile like a joker swallowing a hot poker
and fall on my knees,
to ride the waves of Plutonian seas on a raft made of splintered wood, drift and flotsam from the Santa Mah-Saturn
I ride the waves of these seas
until my knees bend and split with disease
I scream hey Africana!
I run for Africa
It echoes in the canyon
"Hey Africana!"
I'm coming back to you
In this life or the next
Yeah bet on it....one day....in this life or the next.
i'm going to Africa.
The heart won't rest or resist the urge to hurt
love is on my breath
My wrist bends and twists and jerks
Trying to write
Crying for right - tears blind my sight
My wrist bends and twists like an everlasting winter night's shiver
all right, My wrist hurts like dust and dirt, mmmhmmmm
Pain in the chest
deep in the heart
full moon on the horizon
Othello is my part
The Jackal laughs with his empty stare as I walk through the valley
Drawing outlines of my body with his chalk , I know his visions of chewing on my flesh, his watering mouth betrays his silent and calm stare,
I hang my head down, low, swing low
and smile like a joker swallowing a hot poker
and fall on my knees,
to ride the waves of Plutonian seas on a raft made of splintered wood, drift and flotsam from the Santa Mah-Saturn
I ride the waves of these seas
until my knees bend and split with disease
I scream hey Africana!
I run for Africa
It echoes in the canyon
"Hey Africana!"
I'm coming back to you
In this life or the next
Yeah bet on it....one day....in this life or the next.
i'm going to Africa.