There is a darkened figure
That sits upon my bed,
Quietly he contemplates
What's running through my head.
Each time I find him there
His bony fingers tap away,
The more I wish that he were gone: See More
The more I know he's going to stay.
He's there; on planes and trains and cars,
He's there - just out of sight.
And I know when I get home
He'll be there again tonight.
There is a darkened figure
That sits upon my bed,
His raspy voice that tells me
"I lurk inside your head."
That sits upon my bed,
Quietly he contemplates
What's running through my head.
Each time I find him there
His bony fingers tap away,
The more I wish that he were gone: See More
The more I know he's going to stay.
He's there; on planes and trains and cars,
He's there - just out of sight.
And I know when I get home
He'll be there again tonight.
There is a darkened figure
That sits upon my bed,
His raspy voice that tells me
"I lurk inside your head."
on August 27, 2015
Bound by the bane of freedom
And delivered to martyrdom…
God looks down upon me in pity;
Intoxicating promises of his heavenly city:
A veritable paradise forged from my desire,
Choked by weeds of lies and forgotten in a mire.
Devotion and sacrifice left me in a rut, See More
And I crawl back to a world of smut.
Crafted from flesh so meek and mild,
My faith is a stillborn child.
Disillusioned by the conflict in my head,
From my pores, decades of repentance bled.
Justified along my brethren, mounted on stakes;
I will not crack, no matter how my body quakes.
In my throes, I beheld the kingdom of God…
Rotting far away from his love, I yet laud.
I’m still a heap of flesh and bone
Singing the psalms of a blinded drone.
And delivered to martyrdom…
God looks down upon me in pity;
Intoxicating promises of his heavenly city:
A veritable paradise forged from my desire,
Choked by weeds of lies and forgotten in a mire.
Devotion and sacrifice left me in a rut, See More
And I crawl back to a world of smut.
Crafted from flesh so meek and mild,
My faith is a stillborn child.
Disillusioned by the conflict in my head,
From my pores, decades of repentance bled.
Justified along my brethren, mounted on stakes;
I will not crack, no matter how my body quakes.
In my throes, I beheld the kingdom of God…
Rotting far away from his love, I yet laud.
I’m still a heap of flesh and bone
Singing the psalms of a blinded drone.
on August 27, 2015
Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions See More
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions See More
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!
on August 27, 2015
I want everyone on qfeast to know I love and care about them sorry if its sounds creepy
on August 27, 2015
I smoke pot for medicinal purposes
on August 28, 2015
Marijuana does actually have medicinal purposes, in small doses, but I don't recommend actual usage.
on August 27, 2015
on August 27, 2015
I'm back
on August 27, 2015
Stuck in a room with a a sexy hoodie (creepypasta)
on August 26, 2015
on August 25, 2015
Here the pledge once more
Pledge allegiance to the mask,
That I'll carry whisky in my flask,
And anyone to diss HU,
I'll leave a bloody mess with you
For we are family, you and I,
3 Tears for you, we all shall cry, See More
All day all night, our flags will fly,
The Undead Army Till The Day We Die.
Pledge allegiance to the mask,
That I'll carry whisky in my flask,
And anyone to diss HU,
I'll leave a bloody mess with you
For we are family, you and I,
3 Tears for you, we all shall cry, See More
All day all night, our flags will fly,
The Undead Army Till The Day We Die.
on August 25, 2015