Later, I'd swear that the empty bottles
and the smell of smoke had
rotted my clothing away
I think I may have tried scrubbing myself
with dirt; i found blood on my hands and my feet
the next
morning
sweat was everywhere in my eyes
the only thing that made the stench
go away was soaking myself in perfume until
my skin pruned
and i couldent breathe
no sleep, no heatbeat here in this body
who needs breath
who needs love, after all
break the mirror, replace your artificial beauty
scream "wantmeneedme saveme"
watch them want you.throw out your artificial hope.
replace your broken records
now start to play them all again
Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC
Later, I'd swear that the empty bottles
and the smell of smoke had
rotted my clothing away
I think I may have tried scrubbing myself
with dirt; i found blood on my hands and my feet
the next
morning
sweat was everywhere in my eyes
the only thing that made the stench
go away was soaking myself in perfume until
my skin pruned
and i couldent breathe
no sleep, no heatbeat here in this body
who needs breath
who needs love, after all
break the mirror, replace your artificial beauty
scream "wantmeneedme saveme"
watch them want you.throw out your artificial hope.
replace your broken records
now start to play them all again
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