a classic pinup. so raised to be disasterous.
are you happy now. that you'v. gone. and dismantled my head.
if i wasnt pretty then you would cease to be dead.
sex is dot on your watch.
choke me with your touch, then kiss my dead lips and smile.
so this is what love does.
im glad that your truely happy with your thoughts.
blatantly confused and lost.
cosmetics makes me sick.
this is my happy trusting industerial sorrow
a phony innocence of something transparent
a bulimic disaster i have often come to borrow
choke me with your touch, then kiss my dead lips and smile.
classic pinup so raised to be disasterous.
a trashy dream of a clasic sin.
do i glitter when you touch, drumt to punch me
ill defile this place you tend to breathe as a home
bleak white light of the bathroom hall
impaling pregnant words i cant comprehend
im missing your compulsive thoughts
agravated my soul to that last extent
blurring into streaks
burlesque made to dystroy the world with a bandage made of foam
choke me with your touch, then kiss my dead lips and smile.
...some angsty emo shit...
ill post cheerfull stories and pictures of friends later.
i promise