....And The City Was Laid To Waist

Its what happens when you tamper with a temper.

Found myself a perfect angel one with tatterd wings and a perfect halo that fits tightly around my throught.

Gaind comfort from the salt crystals growing and over whelming in my eyes.

Im a washed up sailer, who washed up under your window.

Now Im building a ark out of this flesh.

No one cares about how many times you cross your wrist like how no body cares about how many times you cross the freeway.

Found some open veins on the open roads.

Im not the one who's drowning but i could have sworn that my lungs were filled with water.

Your words go from zero to sixty mph in under thirty seconds.

And they are crashing against me. Im skidding across the sarcasms.

Being crushed by the metaphors.

And You kissed me with broken glass lips.

But come on, come on baby mohawks and carcrashes are just so punk rock, they are jsut so punk rock.

You come like lighting but without the thunder.

Aint I just the blessed lamb Yeahahahah ohohohohoh being sent strait to the slautter house.

We're going to party tonight with the bulls.

We're going to paint them red.

But this is just a subliminal message brought to you by a ghost.

Being brod casted from a mangled corpse in the ex's basement.

I belong to her.

She's got me in my favorit suit with her finger prints around my throught and fresh lip stick covering my body.

Oh god bless the the hearts of all children and scorn their hatred

Author's Note

Wrote this when i was stuck in a airport for 9 hours
they kept changen plane
then locked us all ina room with cops
that sucked