I'm Dirt

I just made this up. It's bad.

White trash, black metal, experimental games with a

12 gauge shotgun.

Would you kill me if I asked?

F**k that, I'll do it by myself.

 

 

Tattoo obscenities as dirty

As graffiti on my face; your filth

Is my drug

As we get high on the speed of pain.

 

 

Eyes ringed with desire,

This urban decay intoxicates me.

You could care less; so we're both okay.

 

 

Suicide games are better with two.

Romance is for the weak,

Torture works best for me;

Chains feel better when you're dead inside,

Pain is a drug

When you're just Dirt.

 

Author's Note

urban decay is nail-varnish. The speed of pain is a song title.

Reviews

[patricia]

strangely enough i totaly get this ...dark and daring angry assertion to vent away the censored self. Liked it in a disturbing sort of way.