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this golden experiment in my hands, is so cold, helpless and lonely
oh how I want to kill it, how I want to make it bleed and make it suffer so much because thats all it deserves I want to cut it open and see the eyes of death stare at me
it is so beautifully curled up and cold, I could go get something to make it warmer, but that idiot standing next to me would just rip it off and string it right to a noose and leave it for a hanging, I knew that bruise on my neck was you
I JUST KNEW IT
i knew it i knew it i knew it i knew it iknewit
I watch to pass the time, hopefully I will be able to wake up in a better time, or a time where I can remember a better time but thats just not happening
i can feel my heartbeat on my back on the chair that Im sitting in
you set yourself to an implosion and taped it to your right palm and only hoped for the best when you thought that was as good as it could get, its so tragic seeing another go by suffocation, another ceiling tile not counted, another tear not pathetically used in a metaphorical sentence in hopes to convey what tattered emotions i have right now and try to make sense of this in the least painful way
hehe pain is only a pulse if you just stop FEELING it
I have so many lost ambitions, so many hopes for my possible future, so many ways I could play it out but Im never given the chance, I guess I hung lady luck
sutured, abondoned on the floor
I can only smile as I know
I know what you don't
a mindless crease in face
never again to be seen
a song meant only aimed at my head
could have been gun shot wound
or a bad bruise
just decide which way the lines go
especially if its in pattern
YOU DID LEAVE ME ON THIS FLOOR
OH PERFECT LOVE FABRICATED ONLY
ONLY FOR ME
IN MY MIND
a shot twice to the chest, and yet nobody knows about you...
I can't help but think it a competition, Im sorry but I guess you will win just cause nobody is on my side, I still think your still trying to get that paint off
my whole 'experiment' on my emotionl self is going ok I guess....
found out something interesting today about a person I care about
it could have been a cover, I don't know but Ill take it as it is
sorry Im not even trying tonight
I am curled up in this chair, wondering how Im even seeing through these 'eyes' if I drop something, will it effect me later on? how is everything so fluent and put together, its odd
I don't bite to break skin, I bite in a pathetic hope to subdue myself once and for all, trying so hard to exert so much energy to break this weak flesh encased around me, this flesh is my casket and I am buried in air, just one question, when was that second number written?
oh how I wish I could be writing about a lost loved one, because those are just so beautiful, seeing me in so much pain and agony over another being or thing in such a nonsensical way it is just so absolutely beautiful, ahh lost love, those are so much easier to handle and so much easier to write about because much more people have experienced it, even those maggot blind people have, maybe I just don't see so many people writing about what Im 'talking about' oh well
thank you so much for setting this into motion, this incidental firing mechanism that you strapped me to. I don't know where I would be without it
lucritive noose never jetted out caliced
the door labeled sulphur basked in its own mutiny
knowing how much it would scalp its own head
weaving weaving levers
undenying and incisive
and I have every right to this
to this second hand poison
sedative, thin, a good excuse
what are you breathin
could it be my exhaled thoughts?
oh I do have every right to this
Im probablly going in circles with this, the snake biting its tail
but who cares, thats what a merry-go-round is for anyways, going in circles and see how much people enjoy that
Id burn alive for you
Id burn alive for you
Id burn alive for you
now somebody please just show me who you are
oh how I want to kill it, how I want to make it bleed and make it suffer so much because thats all it deserves I want to cut it open and see the eyes of death stare at me
it is so beautifully curled up and cold, I could go get something to make it warmer, but that idiot standing next to me would just rip it off and string it right to a noose and leave it for a hanging, I knew that bruise on my neck was you
I JUST KNEW IT
i knew it i knew it i knew it i knew it iknewit
I watch to pass the time, hopefully I will be able to wake up in a better time, or a time where I can remember a better time but thats just not happening
i can feel my heartbeat on my back on the chair that Im sitting in
you set yourself to an implosion and taped it to your right palm and only hoped for the best when you thought that was as good as it could get, its so tragic seeing another go by suffocation, another ceiling tile not counted, another tear not pathetically used in a metaphorical sentence in hopes to convey what tattered emotions i have right now and try to make sense of this in the least painful way
hehe pain is only a pulse if you just stop FEELING it
I have so many lost ambitions, so many hopes for my possible future, so many ways I could play it out but Im never given the chance, I guess I hung lady luck
sutured, abondoned on the floor
I can only smile as I know
I know what you don't
a mindless crease in face
never again to be seen
a song meant only aimed at my head
could have been gun shot wound
or a bad bruise
just decide which way the lines go
especially if its in pattern
YOU DID LEAVE ME ON THIS FLOOR
OH PERFECT LOVE FABRICATED ONLY
ONLY FOR ME
IN MY MIND
a shot twice to the chest, and yet nobody knows about you...
I can't help but think it a competition, Im sorry but I guess you will win just cause nobody is on my side, I still think your still trying to get that paint off
my whole 'experiment' on my emotionl self is going ok I guess....
found out something interesting today about a person I care about
it could have been a cover, I don't know but Ill take it as it is
sorry Im not even trying tonight
I am curled up in this chair, wondering how Im even seeing through these 'eyes' if I drop something, will it effect me later on? how is everything so fluent and put together, its odd
I don't bite to break skin, I bite in a pathetic hope to subdue myself once and for all, trying so hard to exert so much energy to break this weak flesh encased around me, this flesh is my casket and I am buried in air, just one question, when was that second number written?
oh how I wish I could be writing about a lost loved one, because those are just so beautiful, seeing me in so much pain and agony over another being or thing in such a nonsensical way it is just so absolutely beautiful, ahh lost love, those are so much easier to handle and so much easier to write about because much more people have experienced it, even those maggot blind people have, maybe I just don't see so many people writing about what Im 'talking about' oh well
thank you so much for setting this into motion, this incidental firing mechanism that you strapped me to. I don't know where I would be without it
lucritive noose never jetted out caliced
the door labeled sulphur basked in its own mutiny
knowing how much it would scalp its own head
weaving weaving levers
undenying and incisive
and I have every right to this
to this second hand poison
sedative, thin, a good excuse
what are you breathin
could it be my exhaled thoughts?
oh I do have every right to this
Im probablly going in circles with this, the snake biting its tail
but who cares, thats what a merry-go-round is for anyways, going in circles and see how much people enjoy that
Id burn alive for you
Id burn alive for you
Id burn alive for you
now somebody please just show me who you are