For the bottle that I bottle my feelings into has exploded,
And I am left alone,
So I fill up the glass and drown my sorrows,
I get a can of black spray paint and do as you say,
Paint the black hole blacker,
So now I am,
But this time I am inside the hole,
And you are painting over me,
I am intoxicated with the fumes,
That you are spaying on me,
But I embrace the black hole killing me,
For I have already been ****** so far into it I'm already gone.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
For the bottle that I bottle my feelings into has exploded,
And I am left alone,
So I fill up the glass and drown my sorrows,
I get a can of black spray paint and do as you say,
Paint the black hole blacker,
So now I am,
But this time I am inside the hole,
And you are painting over me,
I am intoxicated with the fumes,
That you are spaying on me,
But I embrace the black hole killing me,
For I have already been ****** so far into it I'm already gone.
-Zalea
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