Under the steam and jets of pressure
I held my face to my hands
And created a pressure from muscle
Bone to muscle
And various tissues in between
Leading to flesh
Pressing against flesh
I wanted to remold my face
To change my appearance
I can't explain it
I think I'm sick
And no, this is not
Pre-teen melodramatic ****
I mean sick
I'm dripping ink
Drowning in sin.
I don't know where up is
Or where to begin...
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
Under the steam and jets of pressure
I held my face to my hands
And created a pressure from muscle
Bone to muscle
And various tissues in between
Leading to flesh
Pressing against flesh
I wanted to remold my face
To change my appearance
I can't explain it
I think I'm sick
And no, this is not
Pre-teen melodramatic ****
I mean sick
I'm dripping ink
Drowning in sin.
I don't know where up is
Or where to begin...
I hate this, but it's nonetheless true.
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