Lets Beef - Freestyle Battle Forums - Intricate Skillz vs Catharsis (Round 1) Catharsis wins

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Voorhees Lament.

I sit and wait, at Crystal lake...hating fate...and the thermometer.
I'm told I'm not supposed to swim alone, so I'm always waiting for a monitor.
I'm hot and dry, they're occupied...and only interested in scoring.
It won't kill anyone if I take a dip...these lonely days are boring
Half the time they're chastising us..the other half they're ignoring.
The treatment is deplorable, and isn't getting any better.
I abhor these horny teenage supervisors...and I told mother in my letters.
Forget these hormone junkies, I'm getting in.
They're late and I'm pissed as hell.
The old and rotten dock is all but forgotten... and slick as well.
They warned us not to run...but oh the promise of having fun...
I must've tripped and fell.
Tripped and fell... tripped...and...fell.
I think I hit my head... did I forget to yell?
I think I'm...I think I've... I don't, really know what I'm thinking.
Choking down lung fulls of lake water...and the feeling that I'm sinking.
Blinking...blinking...blinking... but it doesn't help the blurriness.
We all know that youth is reckless...and lovers will be curious.
While I'm down here in purgatory, you'll be in a murder story...
*whispers*(for mother will be furious.)
I sit and wait, in Crystal Lake...unsure if I have drowned or not.
Unsure if I'm alive or dead, unsure if I'll be found or not.
I hear sounds and talk around the top, but down here, little moves.
You all shunned your responsibilities...for kids will do what kids will do.
I'm not missing right counselor?...like a kid will do...I've just hid from you.
Searching sardonically...halfheartedly... never even coming close to me.
You were too busy, getting busy...not watching me, like you were supposed to be.
The camp announces my death, appropriately...how we should venerate them.
Girls that never knew me, crying emotionally...for the attention it generates them.
You're always right there to comfort...for nothing more than to penetrate them.
You take one to your comfy cabin...tell her to detach.
Him: "No one's around to hear us, you can cry, I'll just rub your back... relax"
Her: "It's sad what happened to the Voorhees boy... I think his name was, Max."
The door slowly creaks open, and strewn across the floor....
is the shadow of an axe.
Attention too focused elsewhere... to fend off the attack that waited.
*Whack* *Crack* *Hack* *Slash*
The next day they were found dead, sodomized and decapitated.
Their intestines severely lacerated...the whole camp was evacuated.
For years... left alone, overgrown, the buildings all dilapidated.
I sit in wait, in Crystal Lake... just ...silently decaying.
Plans to renovate the site, someone was violently delaying.
Yet progress comes, inevitably, at a costly price to pay.
For a deserted patch of forest people think it's nice to stay.
Come here, throw your life away...in a playground for the reckless curs.
Lives worthless on the bright surface...
in dark depths, something restless stirs.
Mother saw the camp reopened, a thick malice filled her.
Her promise to let me rest she kept, until that bitch Alice killed her.
My mother dead, her killer on shore... and then... a twist of fate.
She decides to climb inside a locals boat...to drift and wait, cuz' shit it's safe.
Unaware that all the while...I sit and wait... in Crystal Lake.