Post by hostile on Apr 17, 2006 9:11:20 GMT -5
OOC Note : This Entire Rp Is Done In Poetic Fashion.
Beaten, Broken, Battered
Lying inside of my littered cell
The only light shimmers from the moon outside
Giving me a bleek look at my hell
There I am in the corner
Waiting for near death
As I lay there gasping slowly
Any moment could be my last breath
But my captors don't want that
They have a more sinister way
If I had My Choice, I'd Remain In The Cell
But My Word Doesn't Overrule What They Say
Five O'Clock Shadow
Covers My Entire Face
Slowly I Hear Footsteps Approach
To Take Me Out Of My Space
My Eyes Flutter Open
With Dry, Encrusted Tears
How Long Have I Been Held Captive
Maybe Ten, Twenty Years?
But My Guess Was Wrong
As It Only Had Been One
It Sure Had Felt Longer
Alas My Time Was Near Done
The Metal Graded Door Is Unlocked
Showing Off A Silhouette Standing By
Inside He Comes For Me
To Let Me Know It Was Time To Die
Laughing Out Loud
I Tell Them To Take Their Best Shot
It's Promised That They Will
And The Effort Wouldn't Be For Not
Led Out Of The Cell
I Remain Clasped In My Iron Clad Gear
Slowly I Drift By Others In Confinement
Telling Them They Had Nothing To Fear
An Night Time Was Wonderful
Cold, Dark, Envigerating
A Rushing Whiplash Comes Into Play
As A Barb Wure Whip Gives Me More Than A Sting
I Am Strung Up On The Wooden Cross
Like A Puppet That Had Been Withered Away
As The Barb Wire Bounded My Wrists and Ankles
I Was Asked If I Had Anything Left To Say
Yes I Told Them
Letting Em Know To Kiss My Ass
So In Return I Recieved
Cuts To My Skin With Shards Of Glass
Deep It Went Into The Skin
Penetrating The Bone
But This Was A Pre-Cursor
To The Real Undertone
Cruicifixiation Can Sum This Up
Cause It Was A Pure Personal Hell
They Would Cut Out My Tongue
Giving Me The Chance To Never Tell
Finally Razor Wire Was Wrapped Around My Throat
And Pulled From Both Directions Tight
As My Throat Was Ripped To Shreads
This Really Was A Case Of Goodbye and Goodnight
I Didn't Commit A Crime
Nor Was I Taken By Force
All Of This Was Broughten On
By Me Personally Asking For It Personally Of Course
So As I awake From My Dream
Realizing It Was All Fake
My Mind Begins To Wonder
Was Any Of That Good For My Sake?
Blade Lionheart, Lantlas, Prophet
You Three Face Nightmare 2 Society
Standing Before You Are Three Sick Bastards
With More Than Just Evil Intended Glees
One Talks About Hell
Yet Knows Nothing Of The Sort
I Am His Judge, Jury and Execution
In That Little Realm Of Physical Court
Another Is An Elf
Though Poses The Least Threat
He's More Worthless Than The Forementioned
Getting LUCKY The First Time We Met
Finally Comes The Prophet
The Wild Card In All Of This Mess
Welcome To Your Own Private Destruction
As The Game Will Be Won By N2S
So Bring It On Boys
Cause I Won't Be In A Relapsed State
Kiss Your Families Goodbye One Last Time
For Destiny...Has Sealed Your FATE
END
Beaten, Broken, Battered
Lying inside of my littered cell
The only light shimmers from the moon outside
Giving me a bleek look at my hell
There I am in the corner
Waiting for near death
As I lay there gasping slowly
Any moment could be my last breath
But my captors don't want that
They have a more sinister way
If I had My Choice, I'd Remain In The Cell
But My Word Doesn't Overrule What They Say
Five O'Clock Shadow
Covers My Entire Face
Slowly I Hear Footsteps Approach
To Take Me Out Of My Space
My Eyes Flutter Open
With Dry, Encrusted Tears
How Long Have I Been Held Captive
Maybe Ten, Twenty Years?
But My Guess Was Wrong
As It Only Had Been One
It Sure Had Felt Longer
Alas My Time Was Near Done
The Metal Graded Door Is Unlocked
Showing Off A Silhouette Standing By
Inside He Comes For Me
To Let Me Know It Was Time To Die
Laughing Out Loud
I Tell Them To Take Their Best Shot
It's Promised That They Will
And The Effort Wouldn't Be For Not
Led Out Of The Cell
I Remain Clasped In My Iron Clad Gear
Slowly I Drift By Others In Confinement
Telling Them They Had Nothing To Fear
An Night Time Was Wonderful
Cold, Dark, Envigerating
A Rushing Whiplash Comes Into Play
As A Barb Wure Whip Gives Me More Than A Sting
I Am Strung Up On The Wooden Cross
Like A Puppet That Had Been Withered Away
As The Barb Wire Bounded My Wrists and Ankles
I Was Asked If I Had Anything Left To Say
Yes I Told Them
Letting Em Know To Kiss My Ass
So In Return I Recieved
Cuts To My Skin With Shards Of Glass
Deep It Went Into The Skin
Penetrating The Bone
But This Was A Pre-Cursor
To The Real Undertone
Cruicifixiation Can Sum This Up
Cause It Was A Pure Personal Hell
They Would Cut Out My Tongue
Giving Me The Chance To Never Tell
Finally Razor Wire Was Wrapped Around My Throat
And Pulled From Both Directions Tight
As My Throat Was Ripped To Shreads
This Really Was A Case Of Goodbye and Goodnight
I Didn't Commit A Crime
Nor Was I Taken By Force
All Of This Was Broughten On
By Me Personally Asking For It Personally Of Course
So As I awake From My Dream
Realizing It Was All Fake
My Mind Begins To Wonder
Was Any Of That Good For My Sake?
Blade Lionheart, Lantlas, Prophet
You Three Face Nightmare 2 Society
Standing Before You Are Three Sick Bastards
With More Than Just Evil Intended Glees
One Talks About Hell
Yet Knows Nothing Of The Sort
I Am His Judge, Jury and Execution
In That Little Realm Of Physical Court
Another Is An Elf
Though Poses The Least Threat
He's More Worthless Than The Forementioned
Getting LUCKY The First Time We Met
Finally Comes The Prophet
The Wild Card In All Of This Mess
Welcome To Your Own Private Destruction
As The Game Will Be Won By N2S
So Bring It On Boys
Cause I Won't Be In A Relapsed State
Kiss Your Families Goodbye One Last Time
For Destiny...Has Sealed Your FATE
END