I can't say anything about the way you feel
I don't KNOW you.
We can talk about all this ******** but
I'll just blow you.
Instead.
I'll aim for my own head.
Hold in the words I never said.
And will never say.
I don't know how to do this anymore.
You've rotten me to my core
...god this *****
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
i want to write out what this feeling is like but i’m so ******* sick of my own metaphors
i don’t want to write about how deep the ocean is or how i can feel this and that in my bones
i don’t want to be that kind of writer, i don’t want to be cliché
i just want to say that i’ve felt so detached lately, like i’m made of different parts taken from different junk yards and i have a feeling in my gut that i’m either going to be a really big nothing or a really small something
i want to be good at something
writing and being poetic is too easy
why are we so easily fascinated by someone who can compare two unlikely things and talk about how the sky bends and how your fingers tremble at the thought of being destructive
this is too easy
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
Oo, this is ugly.
I've grown to crave the pain
And for the last ******* time
I swear this is the last ******* frame
It's all the same thing
...all the same thing, all the same thing
...all the same
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
They really don't mean anything anyway.
Honestly, I don't know why I bother.
God, please **** me.
Make it gruesome.
Spell "HATE" with my intestines
Make a pentagram or something
Be creative
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
I woke up dreaming
Eyes red
Heart black
Tinted green and glossed with ash
I loved you so much
I killed you.
Why would I leave you in this ******* piece of **** hate everything, God forsaken world
I'd be so wrong for that
And so were you for turning blue
I thought you said "forever"
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
**** what you lost
Then eat the afterbirth
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Face turning blue
What are you gonna do?
Breath and heart stopping
Now Look at you
Everything you live for is now gone
And everyone who loved you will see you
For the ******* that you are.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Hungry.
Let's get some Chinese.
Hot mustard in the eye.
Sweet 'n' sour ****
Yum!
Drown into hot and sour soup.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
Bleed.
The ghosts they scream bleed.
****** massacre in my head
Asking God "please! Can I be dead?"
All I see is red
God **** these ghosts
They haunt me endlessly
Dousing me in ectoplasm
Yearning for nothing more than ******
Why?
I am nothing.
Why torture me?
Just end it all and gut me
Oozing out in pristine green
Lean mean dope fiend
The needle gleams
Ghastly past
Creepy present
**** the future
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
When i eat your heart
i will make you watch
Or at least your corpse will watch
You'll sit there across the table from me
in your prettiest dress and we'll have a civilized
dinner for once
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC