They are farming you, ploughing your heart and before you know it…the seeds are sown. You watch them settle beneath the surface.
You want to resist, to run, to fight, but you cannot: impotent, drugged.
Part of you wants to accept, be grateful: it’s not so bad, in fact, it is good in many ways.
Part of you is torn asunder in pure anguish: “Is this why you made me? Only this?”
And in the middle, ever-hopeful, sits a boy: sobbing.
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Is this a reflection of now or then?
Ooh! A guessing game!
Neither.
Sprinkle some fairy dust on this sobbing, lonesome boy: 2nd star to the left, go til dawn.
Now Go!
boy-turn-whore??
grrrrrrrr!
this was just imagery.
"Epitaph" (below) has far more meat.
I hate this boy now! (official)
SHould have posted them the other way round!
i like meat, but the one below, as previously expressed, is a bit lean for me.
Hey, don't take it out on little-boy-turned-whore. He's had it tough enough.
I think boy-whore needs a huge hug.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
[I really liked this one, Mr. No-Stars]
boy-whore...is that like gettin pokes'd and getting turns into a little boy-girl?
I'll let your pervy little imaginations run away with you all then, seeing as someone's (admittedly very interesting) idea has led things thataway.
GD - hmmm. Being me I can see that in many ways, but I'll take it as straight and say: "OK. Seeing as it was at your and Red's request (and promise of a whippin gimme, gimme, gimme! :P ) And I don't do requests!"
Red: If I didn't know better, I'd think you knew me!
And the rest of you have been spending too much time in the wrong kinds of parlours, methinks!
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