guilt and irony

[deathjubilee]

in the darkest recesses of my mind
there is still a place for you
and all your shitty little accessories
that ill probably have to carry
for the rest of my life

so in my sick little twisted way
i miss you and all your stupid fucked up feelings
and sometimes i really wish you'd come back.

the other day i dreamt that i killed myself
with a pistol aimed at my forehead
i felt the wet brains slide down my back
and wondered how i could still wonder.