May 17, 2005 12:49
Isola In The Rain
she held my hand on a rainy day in hollywood listening to isola talk.
and she let go on a rainy day in hollywood listening to isola talk.
she said to me, "kiss me you son of a bitch."
if you're not gonna ride the rocket...then get the fuck off.
Dead Rose
smell the rose.
sweet inspiration.
does it make you want to fuck?
then go fuck yourself.
you're scarred with imperfection, but aren't we all?
harder. does it feel good?
oh how we love the pain.
consume. buy yourself love.
love doesn't want you.
it hurts, but i was born into this. love hurts.
makes me hate you. make me fuck them.
corrupt minds, thoughts and feelings beauty.
fuck it hard. harder. fuck me.
i have. our love is dead.
pain orchestrates this art.
sometimes i feel, but i cant feel.
unwanted by my virgin.
and i'll slice my throat on a thorn of the dead rose you left me with.
and on our last kiss...she leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. dead rose.