chasing rabbits
gravedigger, when you dig my grave, make it shallow so that i can feel the rain. and the wolves can dig me up and eat me. dont' want to go to waste.
in general i hate myself.
lol, its the drugs talking really
bang
i thought it was just the rain that felt wet. it was the warmth that clued me into the situation that i had created. i let the reddened knife slip from my hand, as if it was the hand of god, and in a way it was. then i looked that the man for who i was not the creator, but the destroyer. and then an ease of calm slipped over, just as his blood dripped down my now empty hand. he was smiling, perhaps i had done him favor.
scream my lungs out for you.
in general i hate myself.
lol, its the drugs talking really
bang
i thought it was just the rain that felt wet. it was the warmth that clued me into the situation that i had created. i let the reddened knife slip from my hand, as if it was the hand of god, and in a way it was. then i looked that the man for who i was not the creator, but the destroyer. and then an ease of calm slipped over, just as his blood dripped down my now empty hand. he was smiling, perhaps i had done him favor.
scream my lungs out for you.