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i just can't stop, can't you see?there's just something wrong with methese actions repeated every nighttoo much of a weakling to think about the fight..
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one more time, lets dance againmy sharply edged, shiny friendacross the skin, a little stingsanity holding by a stringlet's dance again, just once mor..
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the morning's first lightis dreary, not brightand reflect's this morning's dark moodthe mirror is brokeand i'm stuck here to floatin a world that's ju..
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i hate myself and don't know whydepression's here but i can't cryold urges itching, i must stay awayshadows are inviting and reach out to playeach day..
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just a scratchto render bloodnothing will matchthe euphoric floodthe urge so stronghas swelled againlike it belongsviolent separation of skinthe lover..
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a small heart, split in twoso long ago, it knew not what to dosorrow grew and it slowly embracedthoughts of loathing and death it facedfor years, alon..
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a pretty maskfor all to seedrawn and paintedso delightfullykeep the painhushed under the ruggod forbid they knowand dope you with a drugso carry a smi..
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just got a computer- catvhing up on past writings
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As this day comes to an end
Scrapes to lick and wounds to mend.
A war so silent, raging on-
Repeatedly from dusk till dawn
I do not know how lon..
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the actions of the night before quite vividly recalledyet again "another sin" as we both took the fall.kissing gently all about taking your sweet time..
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