You'll die a member of the 27 club,
Observéd, crawl back to reality like a P-R-O digal son,
If the new Americana, dare flow through your veins,
Maybe I would have another chance to explain, to you...
Your influence is wild,
Corrupting like an influenza, coursing through my mind,
And when the distraction deteriorates,
Will you be 6 feet under me,
Singing "lay me down with
7 feet of hate'
forever as a child
A mere myth of all you crave to create?
Imagine this, cut so low key,
You'll have to travel down to Oakland, and sing with me....
Greeted gracefully....
So, you can play with your toys, and you can tour with your boys, and live in rose
You'll die a member of the 27 club,
Observéd, crawl back to reality like a P-R-O digal son,
If the new Americana, dare flow through your veins,
Maybe I would have another chance to explain, to you...
Your influence is wild,
Corrupting like an influenza, coursing through my mind,
And when the distraction deteriorates,
Will you be 6 feet under me,
Singing "lay me down with
7 feet of hate'
forever as a child
A mere myth of all you crave to create?
Imagine this, cut so low key,
You'll have to travel down to Oakland, and sing with me....
Greeted gracefully....
So, you can play with your toys, and you can tour with your boys, and live in rose
Extra Extra, limbs today,
A tiny price you'll have to pay,
No arm or leg, no major cost,
I'd hate to leave you at a loss.
Got cash to burn? Then try a brain!
The best of all the things to gain
A thing to admire, a thing filled with joy,
(And your neighbours, of course, will have no better toy)
Even the homeless can join in be fun!
A toenail's a penny- that's right folkes, just one!
You can save your spare change and come down to the store,
Proudest hobo in town, of this I assure.
And if you've got nothing? You must be quite dim,
It's dangerous going round with no extra limb!
I'll even chuck in a free hand if you find,
That you wish to purchas
INTRO- WWP (Wankers With Pens) by Kn1ghtyKn1ght, journal
INTRO- WWP (Wankers With Pens)
Had this really great novel idea for a while now but never written it down? Got fired from your shitty job? Decided to give writing a go?
Yes-
Shhhhh.
But I-
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
why are you shushing me?
This is not the way, young one.
I'm not young.
Old one.
I'm not old!
How old are you, then?
I'm forty three.
.... Old one who thinks he is young.
Jesus Chris-
Shhhhh.
Yeah, ok, why is it not the way? Losing my job was a great opportunity.
As was getting dumped?
Yes, actually, it was.
Over text?
Well, no...
And you only found out three days later because your shitty Nokia you've had for ages because you can't affo
TEN LITTLE VICTIMS Poem by Kn1ghtyKn1ght, literature
Literature
TEN LITTLE VICTIMS Poem
TEN LITTLE VICTIMS
Ten little victims
Sat down to dine,
One ate the poisoned bread
And then there were nine
Nine little victims
The cops are running late,
One tries to go outside
And then there were eight
Eight little victims
Praying up to heaven,
One strays too far away
And then there were seven
Seven little victims
Tick, tick, tick
The clock topples over
And then there were six
Six little victims
Running for their lives,
One trips and falls down
And then there were five
Five little victims
Locking all the doors,
One locks herself outside
And then there were four
Four little victims
Scared as can be
One wrings his hands to stubs
And t
Day 9- skeleton/bones by Kn1ghtyKn1ght, literature
Literature
Day 9- skeleton/bones
Welcome to the Night Orchestra
Stiff beaters on the slats of our ribcage,
A melody only we can hear in the cracking of our shins.
We chip away with age, and when we do,
We cup them in our bony hands and use them as shakers to keep time.
We play, but we have no beat.
That died a long time ago.
For fans of Cyndago, Markiplier and the youtube community in general, I have some very important and upsetting news. I regret to inform you that Daniel Kyre is dead.
I can't link to the facebook post explaining all the details due to computer problems, but here's it in brief. Daniel was found in his room on the 16th in critical condition after an apparent suicide attempt. He was rushed to hospital but the doctors confirmed that he would not survive the brain damage. He was taken off life support on the 18th surrounded by family.
I found Cyndago through the sketches they made with Markiplier. They kept getting better and better until I was g
I'm killing the holiday mood
With every bone bouquet that I make
It's not a sin to be sinful
It diamonds you wear and if poison you take
You take a new shot glass of bleach
You pour out the champagne with bits of cracked glass
and life's a cruel mistress, takes only the best,
Snatch us away in the cold and the dark
The streets are alive with the colours,
Confetti and powder are thrown in the air,
The guy next to you is your ride for the night
So take him to bed and enjoy the funfair
A nine to five life can be spent in a day
Not over till you're on the floor
So I'll be a human piñata,
Beat me to death and you'll get your reward