Oddness, dumbed-down by lies.
Judged by the lord of the flies.
Intentional drama, succumbed by fate.
Irresistible urge to love the hate.
Blind journey with eagle vision.
Loved by none, one-man mission.
Screams of laughter pour from the soul.
Not one crumb in the bottom of the bowl.
Sleepless days, paranoid nights.
Slaughtered sheep buzz the lights.
A dollar made is a dollar spent,
on a beer; why pay rent?
Poisoned minds, systematical demise.
When will the sun fail to rise?
Maybe today; Maybe tonight.
Is that a star? Man, it's bright.
A hope, a dream, a plan, a goal.
A monster, a demon, a whore, a troll.
A road straight to the bowels of hell.
I've lost the flock, can't you tell?
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Reviews of "Strange"
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on October 5, 2010
Wowww....Great writing..enjoyed...take care OK..Hugsss
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 4, 2010
Hah! As I was reading this well-written spoof(?) I couldn't help but think of an old, old jazz song sung by Annie Ross by the name of "Twisted." If you've never heard it check out Youtube, here is the address http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUMXJSOIksU
Rovella is a beautiful woman with a cold heart whom blames herself for an unfortunate old family secret that is literally ruining her life. This secret impedes a gorgeous woman from having happiness in her childhood, and throughout her life. Dark sec