Aug 27, 2008 06:33
Take away these Rose-colored Glasses!
Stab Cloud Number Nine!
Strangle the Unicorns and Butterflies
Their cavorting now makes me sick!
And give that bright bit of Sunshine the gas chamber!
They all murk my vision
Turning my sights into
Lovable Huggable MUSH!
Sugar shall no longer be coated
Over my true intentions...
I want a Companion
Not a Fucker
A Friend
Not a Lover
To breathe with
Not to die for.
We all need reality.