"funct" poems
laughtered in rage
tainted love tained blood
their undead eyes stair upon us
dead by suicide
there pain is intense
we feel it all around us
we see it in there eyes
our doom is here
we are all fearing are fate
we decay everything
we are devoured by evil
were hanging be a thread
now the cutting starts
somehow we live
our minds still funct...
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
I wear Red Pants and
Floral Sweaters becau
se I don't mind if I'm g
ay- - I am comfortable i
n my sexuality. she says
she noticed this. speaks h
erself up with, 'I'm observa
nt. I notice these things. Y
es.'
if you say so - - ****** funct
ion - -
- - if you say so - -
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC