Jun 07, 2006 22:48
the most worthless piece of flesh.
human.
entirely, to its core.
broken spindles create a heart
that limps a rythem
some might call a pulse.
the weak beat inside.
despicable.
intentions, self centered.
wanting more.
undesireable.
pushed out
to the point, where she herself, pushesses herself
into a small point of a person
condensing into noone
herself
turns out to be
no one
"save space"
she thinks to herself.
become smaller
you rotten son of
a bitch
hatred is rampent
and lush
on the inside
as much as
the outside
so give up
this unfightable battle
and sin.