The time has come, for me to fray the long lost fortune peace and joy and i peep all around to see a ray to give me hope and stop to cry in the face of dispair, i will still try it feels like **** and i need to fly
am about to burst and am full of thought then if she left to me its draught the touch of her hand and a kiss so hot swimming basking and the fish we caught fear and doubt with love we fought she always escaped to what we ought
then came the insighter and he seemed brighter taking her out and treating her better Using a phone when i used letters things were hard especially with a competitor forgot me complete together with her litter it seemed to her there was nothing sweeter
after utelizing the better of her best he disposed her and then left she had some pain in the chest when she came in serch for rest she was mine but we had to test to avoid being hung like a nest
A drop of blood and a little buffer recalled how our children would suffer if through ignorance our life was vapour my test was a line and my partners twice why would life be so very unfair? her episode was so shortlived
yet she left me huge a burden to the kids we had i was both parents just be cause she wouldn't heed even doctors advice on adherence all in all i had to say goodbye coz she was mine for the time we spent
what i am now going through is a fruit of ignorance and disobedience my urge my prayer, that not one falls into the same it's so easy to say that, lets avoid the idea of shame by first escaping the blame by keeping ourselfs tame.
yes, breathing filth hurts we've known it far too well for comfort ; clogged hearts
this is not opposites attract but polar sames — you scrub your hands for the sixty seventh time this week and i scrub your footprints off the bedroom floor with ritual sanctimony — the house reeks of turpentine but it's the smell of c l e a n
yes, it goes just like this the repeating loop of a washing machine ; mirror stains
She had eyes like a crater, Innocent as any girl could be. I think she had some bruises when I met her, But it never seemed to deter me.
I chased her like a dog chasing tails, Was only then I started to notice her ***** nails. And then those Yellow eyes, Blue and Yellow never look pretty to my mind.
She belled me with croaky breathes of air, I rushed to her house shook and scared. She was slumped against a wall with the choker she used to wear, Strapped around her arm and specks of ***** in her hair.
She's got track marks like a craters, Darkness lay dormant in her soul. A once natural and elegant Beau, Now alone in the world of ****** and Blow.
How far can two legs take a person? Longer than the innumerable amount takes a centipede. Like a centipede I crawl on the floor Covered with footsteps of dried mud and dog *****, My kitchen is ridden with rotten fruit, Not that I would have eaten it anyways.
I like the centipede Am, per se, a neo-cannibal. Devouring the smaller invertebrate that crawl Along with myself on the kitchen floor. Yet I do not devour others, What makes me a cannibal is I devour myself.
Biting my cuticles, teeth crooked From pressing my fingers to my mouth, I rip the thin layer of stray flesh from myself. I lick the blood that drips from my veins Like the juice of an oversized strawberry, And it always tastes tainted. Sullied from the poison I put in my body, Call it my bifenthrin, Call it my muse, One thing is for certain.