Moths
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 6:20 pm
[font=Comic Sans MS]Everyone has a hero, and repetition is flattery
Reenactment of his idol, with assaults nd battery
Saddenly disturbed, never listening to a word
Only screams from her lungs is all he ever heard
A deed from his head, voices wishing for dead
A planned death, as soon as he left the whores bed
He wanted to feel within her soul, metaphorically speaking
This was his chance for a show, historically seeking
Feelings once felt disappear with a knife in her back
A cold blooded monster now, with a soul turned to black
The ripper reborn, with a frail mind, feeble and torn
Just another day, no regrets once a steeple was formed
He can go there and kneel, and all of his sins repent
The priest stares down, sensing nothing but resent
But he walks away free, she put up such a weak fight
Only witnesses that night, were the moths in the street light[/font]
Reenactment of his idol, with assaults nd battery
Saddenly disturbed, never listening to a word
Only screams from her lungs is all he ever heard
A deed from his head, voices wishing for dead
A planned death, as soon as he left the whores bed
He wanted to feel within her soul, metaphorically speaking
This was his chance for a show, historically seeking
Feelings once felt disappear with a knife in her back
A cold blooded monster now, with a soul turned to black
The ripper reborn, with a frail mind, feeble and torn
Just another day, no regrets once a steeple was formed
He can go there and kneel, and all of his sins repent
The priest stares down, sensing nothing but resent
But he walks away free, she put up such a weak fight
Only witnesses that night, were the moths in the street light[/font]