What is the taste?
What is the smell?
Of that seductively
Evil place called hell?

I'll tell you friend
I'll tell you foe
It's a place you
Don't wanna go!!!

The smell is disgusting
Of year old mold
The smell's devouring
It'll swallow you whole

The taste you ask
It's nothing but something
That'll leave you year on year
With dreadfull stomach aches
With disgusting veins
With morbid womanly aches
And an eternity of shame
Brought on from love my 'friends'
Is a little thing I call PAIN

Friends and/or fiends
This is one thing
That's true to find
Don't let love conquer
You heart, soul and mind

There's one thing
I beleive is better at least
it's what you and I forget 'friends'
That little thing is called PEACE...

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You'll prolly disagree with me when I say that 'love' is a
bad thing, please let me explain my point. With love
I've noticed it brings conflict between people's and/or things and 9/10 eventually
creates a little thing called hate.
Think about it this way, one week you'll be saying that you love a song
But the next week you'll prolly get sick of it and hate it
But if you're at peace with 'things'
Then thats where it ends really, smiles all round. :D
No balls and chains!!lul
P.S
i wrote this at 5 in the morning after two days of no sleep
Cause I thought I could hear a person getting raped
Still not sure though...: (


Aleks - the sweet asexual (that's right, I've given up on every thing!!)