I Eat Paint

[🪦 WilliamAbuJannah ●]

I eat paint.

paint chips like pretzels.

suck lead out of pencils and play jacks in the traffic.

I like to wear uncut masks with no holes in em.

It makes it all dark then my chest hurts and I die.

masks are funny like that.

[🪦 gmyers ●]

Somebody\'s bored lol. You sound like me

[🪦 WilliamAbuJannah ●]

yeah, it\'s actually goofing around from a PM with TOM, but it was so oddball I figured I\'d share.

So I write poetry . How else can I get my song lyrics?

[Tom]

I like the taaaaail.
the dying snowman is my archenemy.
A carrot is like a terms of procrastination.
THE TOMATOE! IR REGURITATES!






:lol:

[🪦 WilliamAbuJannah ●]

....and I\'m stalking
while you were talking
I slid this mask
down
smooth
as a coffin
you\'ll preach it\'s true
while I
creep on you
hands outstretched
your death
has softened
and my one regret
as I squeeze your breath
is that I couldn\'t kill you
a little more often

Cuz I\'m Not Impressed


throw flowers in my heart
for the grave
it became
but the hatred that flourishes
nourishes
in my head screaming roars
are no longer ignored
you\'re just one little whore
on the corner
....and I\'m stalking

[Tom]

another piece of sweet writing by the mack-daddy himself. B)

[VF31]

old man ankles
crackin out the stapels
overcumbered with the sweet sweet rainbows

eatin all the sunshine
african puppy mop vine
lollypoppin friction nugget, shoop shoop red wine


fin

[🪦 gmyers ●]

O snap! I smell a poetry battle lol! :lol:

[Tom]

i recommend filling soccerballs with napalm!
NApalm is natures toothpaste.
The cake is in lemon form!
My hand is the egg and the shoe is the thorney justice.
bags are no more then little stories to scare children.
CHEESE IN THE PIE!

[🪦 Mick7 ●]

k well...I may not be able to write poetry..but I can write death metal type lyrics!

I call this one, Axe Maniac

you never should of come this way,
now its your doomsday.
I strike without warning,
I knock you to the ground,
I\'ll chop you into pieces,
the body parts will never be found.

The Axe my tool of Destruction,
I bring you to your knees,
and inbed it in your head
The Axe covered with Brains,
blood and Death

I walk knee deep in blood
Axe in hand,
I\'am the Monster,
that stalks this land.

Corpses hang from the trees,
this land is filled,
with the tortured deceased

Decapitated heads,
scattered on the ground
left there for you to find,
You hide in fear, your
scared to death,
your head will be mine,
I\'am the Axe Maniac,
and your life is outta time