Jan 26, 2005 15:55
the blood on the steak knife never felt so good, trickling down my throat
today i was suicidal . now im over it. if you read this, DO NOT talk to me in school tomorrow. i may pull a dagger on you. i want to put rat bones in her food. before, i was literally thinking of serious ways i could kill her. but then i realized she wasnt worth it. shes not worth anything. not dirt, not shit, not the tiny maggots who feed on the shit. and the other one. oh, the other one. so fat i could skin her WASTE OF A BODY and shelter seven poor homeless children from the cold.
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tapping nervously on the table
wheres the inspiration
open up my dresser drawer
uncover the weapon
looking at the dagger, oh that sweet forsaken dagger
coming back to me
the memories
of everything i ever used it for
then come the words
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starry, starry night
they didnt understand you
perhaps they never will
vincent. its a beautiful song. go listen to it.
when i control an army of misfit mr potato head zombies,
cAseY.