Ate some ice cream with a plastic spoon
Took his hand, and skipped the talk
It was half past four on the cellular clock
We ascend the quiet stairs
Jumped into those broken chairs
The lights grew dim but the screen ignites
And cries and shouts of the Scream Queen bites
Look to my left; he's sitting still
Ask in wonderment of the temple drill
"Are you sure you can handle the gore?
This type of movie you'd sure abhor."
He shrugs and laughs "I will be fine.
I've seen and lived through ones of this kind."
The drills, they wake; the couple bleeds
Their game begins for survival heeds
The greater pound of flesh can save
His or her chance from the grave
He slices stomach into a cleft
And retching breaks out from my left (Hah stupid Nathan :p)
She cuts her forearm but she cries
When the will to do so, life denies
Their affliction gains when the timer clicks
And deeper penetrate the metal sticks
He was three fat slices in
Against her none, an easy win
Her forfeit rivaled one more tryTook the butcher knife's rely
Though he was fatter than a whale
She shoved her whole arm on the fucking scale!
AND I
JIZZED
IN
MY PANTS.
It was a pretty sick movie. :D
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