stop...hammertime
relapse:
you couldn't catch this wit with a net made of cleverness and guile...
i am palpable proof that angels endure - ephicacious proof that there is a god - phonetic proof that the Devil exists. furor loquendi.
leave your pseudo-intellectualism at the door cause this boy will be the very breath you take for granted. hidden behind your facade of neo-diplomatic philosophies is a prisoner of conscience.
take me for what i am - not a poet, but the poetry. i will be every whisper you cling to - every word you slit your wrists to. i am the very meaning of power and manipulation, so tread softly. i am every cliche, only without the trite and insipid punch line.
eat.your.words.cause.its.the.closest.thing.to.the.truth.you'll.ever.taste
(you are "beauty" and you do so without mercy)
xo
you couldn't catch this wit with a net made of cleverness and guile...
i am palpable proof that angels endure - ephicacious proof that there is a god - phonetic proof that the Devil exists. furor loquendi.
leave your pseudo-intellectualism at the door cause this boy will be the very breath you take for granted. hidden behind your facade of neo-diplomatic philosophies is a prisoner of conscience.
take me for what i am - not a poet, but the poetry. i will be every whisper you cling to - every word you slit your wrists to. i am the very meaning of power and manipulation, so tread softly. i am every cliche, only without the trite and insipid punch line.
eat.your.words.cause.its.the.closest.thing.to.the.truth.you'll.ever.taste
(you are "beauty" and you do so without mercy)
xo