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Thawed

Thawed
By: Mrs. Lady Enthralling

As the natural deja blue waters of me
Has thawed out  and I am running
Around drum sound crazy.

Something in my spirit seems
So hard to try and fade me
But my Jehovah God is what
Created me,
And I have all these ghost that
Stinks up my ash tray,
And when looking in to my
Own face its un normal
And it scares me.

How devilish I can be
And how its so hard when
Some one try and know me
Not knowing I have murderous
Anticipation that kills the kindly need.

If you open up the freezer
Of my mind you will find
The icicles of adversaries 
I have packed up for lunch meat
For knocking on the door of
Psycho path me.

I just thawed out the twin in me
That  walks side by side with me
Who protect  you mortals
Because sometimes I feel
Like I am Satan’s daughter
In the pockets of your un spent quarters
Is my picture the future horror
Of creating a new Babylon.

I am the one un thawing
Fakes walking around speaking
In tongue saying you can heal me.

Well,
If you can heal me then
Why am I still troubled?
Why must I be received strange
Like I am not sober?

Just move out the cover of my face
Because  I am a mate who plays
With the destruction of egos  minds.

I am in the corner of your hall way
With the ax in my hand about to
Hand rock the cradle
Slaughter sign.


Julia Herring

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  • i guess the devil found a small entry so he came in on my baby but it was a one time write you seem like your old self nice job


  • Ms Sexy silver member
    June 20
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    do it girl i liked this alot.


  • kennethlaney
    June 20
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    So True

    Good thoughts,Hope you are well. "BOO"
    (nice background and picture)


  • darell
    June 20

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    Torrential!

    I could hear the winds blowing as
    the rains descend. Blackened clouds
    gathering around a house of sin.
    A little girl crying in the depth of never
    looking for a small piece of heaven.
    Bitches unattentive to a real human being
    uttering toxic waste about places they
    never been. its always a struggle with
    the devil to find peace. when hell is on
    earth and love is deceased.

    I hear you baby. prayers of blessings
    for a soul in mourning. Keep your head up.
    sincerely,darell

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