This is all I use livejournal for, I swear...
I've a point to make (at a loss for a start). There's too much in here; I swear to God if you could look in you'd see. But you can't. This door's shut--don't know who the fuck knows how to open it. It's been like that for years--oh yes, it's hurt like this for years.
Hollywood doesn't produce individuals who act so well. You're masked like an executioner--so stop my vitals and send me straight to hell where I can burn with the rest of the catch that was too lacking to keep. And now (yes darling, now) stare into me like you have before. Perhaps this time I wont overlook that consuming demon that finds sanctuary in those beautiful, brown ornaments of your cover.
So about this point, I think I've found a start and it may not make sense... But here it is anyway--(the start may just be the end). Just picture me here with paper and pen; struggling so hard to spill myself out in a way that appears beautiful. I try to seem strong by my choice of words, but please realize that I'm contrarily empty with nothing to fulfill me. It's fucking crazy-- I'd do this all over again if you asked me. I'm not strong, you see, I'm as weak as can be. I'd really like something to quench this feeling, SO please my love, let me drink you in. The taste of your poison should be pleasant before it kills me.
Hollywood doesn't produce individuals who act so well. You're masked like an executioner--so stop my vitals and send me straight to hell where I can burn with the rest of the catch that was too lacking to keep. And now (yes darling, now) stare into me like you have before. Perhaps this time I wont overlook that consuming demon that finds sanctuary in those beautiful, brown ornaments of your cover.
So about this point, I think I've found a start and it may not make sense... But here it is anyway--(the start may just be the end). Just picture me here with paper and pen; struggling so hard to spill myself out in a way that appears beautiful. I try to seem strong by my choice of words, but please realize that I'm contrarily empty with nothing to fulfill me. It's fucking crazy-- I'd do this all over again if you asked me. I'm not strong, you see, I'm as weak as can be. I'd really like something to quench this feeling, SO please my love, let me drink you in. The taste of your poison should be pleasant before it kills me.