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if you try hard enough you will be able to taste the blood in my lungs ashtrays bleeding liquor with every breath don't ******* tell me you've forgotten me don't tell me that i'm worth it don't tell me exactly what i want to hear your voice pushes needles into my pincushion conscience, skinned palms against a chalkboard don't ask me why i never loved you you're just kidding yourself i'm not a puzzle you can solve, i'm a ******* human being(i'm worse than that better start to count your blessings) don't dedicate your battlecries to me i won't give you a token of my love i don't give thanks to people who want to skin me alive if i try hard enough i wonder if i will be able to taste the blood on your gums have your teeth retracted yet?are you safe?can i sneak out the back door, maybe, and hope that you won't sink your vampire smile into the nape of my neck? don't **** around with me you know exactly who i am i'm a ******* monster i'm in your nightmares, babe (as a matter of fact, don't call me babe it'll only make my skin crawl when i snap your neck) your skin is a patchwork quilt let me wear it for a while let me breathe in when you tell me to, act like a lady but i'm not a lady, baby i'm a scourge i'll end you faster than you can blink my poems are dripping red let me empty them into your throat
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
vampires don't have a conscience
if you try hard enough you will be able to taste the blood in my lungs ashtrays bleeding liquor with every breath don't ******* tell me you've forgotten me don't tell me that i'm worth it don't tell me exactly what i want to hear your voice pushes needles into my pincushion conscience, skinned palms against a chalkboard don't ask me why i never loved you you're just kidding yourself i'm not a puzzle you can solve, i'm a ******* human being(i'm worse than that better start to count your blessings) don't dedicate your battlecries to me i won't give you a token of my love i don't give thanks to people who want to skin me alive if i try hard enough i wonder if i will be able to taste the blood on your gums have your teeth retracted yet?are you safe?can i sneak out the back door, maybe, and hope that you won't sink your vampire smile into the nape of my neck? don't **** around with me you know exactly who i am i'm a ******* monster i'm in your nightmares, babe (as a matter of fact, don't call me babe it'll only make my skin crawl when i snap your neck) your skin is a patchwork quilt let me wear it for a while let me breathe in when you tell me to, act like a lady but i'm not a lady, baby i'm a scourge i'll end you faster than you can blink my poems are dripping red let me empty them into your throat
or, lessons in anger management.
buckybarnes
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
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