Love, the toothpicks that built the architecture to my suicide
*** the physical affliction my body hungers
Hate, what swells inside and comes alive when I'm drowning in lies
Time, I wish to slit that bitch's wrists and stop the fleeting chase of experience
Space, where everything goes numb
Life, impatiently awaits death
Death, the only thing that makes sense
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 10:55 PM UTC
Love, the toothpicks that built the architecture to my suicide
*** the physical affliction my body hungers
Hate, what swells inside and comes alive when I'm drowning in lies
Time, I wish to slit that bitch's wrists and stop the fleeting chase of experience
Space, where everything goes numb
Life, impatiently awaits death
Death, the only thing that makes sense