Post by ` kocaine_! on Mar 11, 2009 20:47:16 GMT -5
HEY MISS KOCAiNE,
YOU GONNA SL!P UP SOON?
YOU GONNA SL!P UP SOON?
[/font]slip up, slip up.
ohh, pretty kocaine, slip up, will you?
"take another drink, me baby."
tip toe, tip toe.
quiet now kocaine,
the moon's bright, and the air's warm.
quiet now.
_______________ starlight, starbright.
pretty girl,
slipped into the grounds,
her pale pale eyes settling forward as she
trotted that
one two
one two
beat.
OH DEAR READER,
its just like her heart!
thump thump thump.
her eyes darted,
side
to
side.
nerves finally edging at the girl
as she slinked from tree to tree,
attempting to aviod lady luna's light,
that was trying so desperatly to catch her fur,
and EXPOSE
her.
THUMP,
THUMP,
THUMP.
"god damnit,"
the girl muttered under her breath,
as a tiny twig caught in her silken
coat.
her pretty little ears; those satalite ears
flattened against her pretty little crown,
as those pale pale eyes flicked back at the twig.
shifting her gaze, and
picking up
a lope;
her eyes drifted upward,
toward lady luna herself,
DARiNG the moon goddess
to have a witty remark.
though tonight,
tonight dear reader, it was different,
lady luna sat there on her
dream filled
nightmare strewn
lusty little vessel,
her sails down,
and her legs dangling over the side,
illuminating the night,
and exploding the stars.
and with a witty smile,
kocaine slowly
let her teeth become exposed;
right before;
"what are little boys made of?
frogs and snails, and puppy dog tails,
thats what little boys are made of."
she smiled even broader,
her haunches lowering to the dampened
ground,
as her pale pale eyes,
fluttered to the sky again,
watching as the stars painted the nights
canvas,
the way the moon hung lazy, and low in the night sky
like a limelight.
______________what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.
oh dear reader, won't you come out and play,
with this goddess sent from hell?
won't dare to prod at the monster?
ohh dear reader,
if you've gotten this far,
turn back,
this is a DEAD end trail.
_____________ the truth about heaven!
oh dear reader,
of course, i welcome you with
open arms.
though of course,
maybe kocaine isn't the best
to play with,
screw with,
even experiment with.
because let me tell you something dear reader;
kocaine [cocaine] isn't something to mess with,
its like slipping into a coma,
and once you're in,
this monster, this kocaine,
is like your best friend,
you need it to function.
___________________slip up, already.
kocaine sat there, her eyes still admiring the stars,
her haunches still resting on the damp ground,
all the while her pretty little tail brushing her front
leg in attempt to calm her nerves.
"starlight, starbright, oh won't you send a pretty knight for me tonight?"
______________ what are little boys made of?
the zombie - miss kocaine.
the words - too short, lemme tell you.
the notes - uhm, open for anyone, uhhh, and i promise the next one will be waywayway better.