"...It means all hope is lost."

For what it's worth, I think
there's something wrong with me.
All of my old friends
won't talk to me.
Drinking helps, but we ran out last night
and I don't have the money
for a new bottle.
I may have found the only
thing capable of inspiring
me to find employment.
Alcoholism!
Hurrah!
Seriously, it helps.
Send me

Santa Clause, you fuckin' cunt.

Delete, delete, delete.
There we go.

This one's gonna burn me.
I'm head over heels and it's
only been two weeks.
He's so...different.
I just can't figure him out.
I'm starting to feel comfortable
around him...Enough to start being
myself instead of someone else,
and you know what? I think he likes meNot that other person, but me ( Read more... )

Fuck.

I can't even remember what I wanted to write.

"Show the world your
razorblades, dance in
all the ashes. The whip
will sing and split the
air, but I won't feel the
lashes."

Taste the lies of rainbows
Smile at a crow
My eyes bleed razor blades
The pain will make me whole
I had to hear my screams
Locked in a childs grave
I watched my closest friends writhe
and peel
in singing butane flames

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"and these holes in my hands are
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something slithered through the ( Read more... )

I think I'm slipping
Standing on the verge of something I can taste
In the back of my throat
Guided by the gentle hands of my destruction
Torture me so sweetly
With words and steel-tipped lash
And I can taste you
In the back of my throat

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