thy hymn of rot
accept blood and broken glass.
thanking old lords.
hiding my bruised shoulders.
a pint of blood when I smile.
radiance allows me another sip.
cold water.
a witch hunt.
missing the scar and gnawing.
accountability.
appeal to consequences of a belief.
Tragedy
and sadly, you beautiful angel, this is your ******* life. what was it i always said? Priorities. Get your ******* priorities in order. Stay away from *******, ashtrays and *****. The pain you feel is a lesser. The pain you are causing and will continue to cause to others is a measurement beyond. And in ten years or four or three or five maybe eleven if this site is up or if i dexide to make the effort and transfer these poems... well maybe then you'll ******* realize all the people youve not only hurt but you'll see how let down we all are. I'll be dead and gone by the time you read this. Think of someone other than yourself you spoiled brat.