Friday, August 28, 2009

Inspiration by Manson?


My mind is twisted, fire dancing inside my brain driving me to insanity, the insinuations, temptations, and flirtatious fantasies driving me down, deeper into oblivion. I open my mind; searching deep within for something new, something alive, and something contagious, only find something vile leering back at me.


I toss and turn and can’t sleep at night. Now I know, I must run away, I must get away.. touch me baby taint your love…

Open mouths salivating shaking and tormenting me. white faces and red lips appear to me like dreams, yet I find them soothing, comforting; they sing to me, easing my agitation. Blinged out grills, blacked out eyes, tragically beautiful, like Tommy Lee meets Nelly.


Everybody is looking for something, some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by you, some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused. Sweet dreams are made of these.. Who am I to disagree?

2 comments:

inherservice said...

In releasing the demons perhaps there is freedom for both, them and us?

autumn said...

sweet dreams indeed. i must say i like the original version more. deep thoughts right here girlie. songs are so moving.

xoxo

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