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Escapades: Malaria With a V
and it starts like this:
a simple procedure
go drinking for leisure
two friends in over our heads
never imagined we'd drown
a small hop over the balcony edge
poor girl, i caught her by the legs
she owes me her life...
.
discord:
no way up, no point in down
(i could have left her for dead)
three wolves to the right
glowing cigarettes and glowing eyes
come straight off captain morgan's boat
alpha stalks to my side, beta to hers
omega lurks in the shadows, awaiting his scraps
cold and frightened, we shrank into ourselves
cigar shotguns and 'i like your shoes'
they spoke the sweetest things...
discord revisited:
all plans abandoned
no way up, no point in down
(i should have left her for dead)
invited in, we'd be rude to refuse
not to mention foolish -- the bugs and the cold and the drunks
beta departs for better things
hesitation -- two wolves, she and i, stranded
..
the bear sweats through his night terrors spread-eagled
passed out from the booze and the nyquil
omega retreats to his corner, immersed in a drunken child's slumber
the alpha lamb beckons us closer, sweat-drenched bear sleeps quietly sideline
rude to refuse, not to mention foolish
two and a half hours to get perfectly placed
clothes are shedding, now we're all sweating
cuddle up to the killer
smell the cologne and the smoke and the stale stench of booze
his light caress... he's got no accent when he whispers
stacked like sardines between claustrophobia and heart murmurs
the silence and the sweat sink in
calm and confident, we sleep
...
before the coast is clear
from behind the door we hear
'two of the girls are missing'
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