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THIS FLIES WITHOUT WINGS (not like the ruben studdard song)
Perfectly defined,
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Yr hair is black and I wanna lose myself init,
But I'll always see myself.
Gone for almost a month now,
Even though your were never here,
My tumors have multiplied,
Screaming out yr name.
GOOD GOD, GOOD GHOST, GOOD BOY.
I wanna tear out yr eyes and swallow them,
Rip off yr skin and live inside of you.
see,
I'm as fucked up as everyone else,
I am as cliched as a lonely high school faggot.
Why can't you be?
These ripples of fat and these stretch marks on my body will multiply with each day
That i don't see you,
With each day I don't see you,
With each day yr gone.
My body is destroying itself becasue it wants to be near you
But it can't, it never will.
I've turned self destruction into an artform.
Adonis amorphous, that's who you are,
From the first time I wrote it down, that was you.
The ugly part of it was me, but it was mostly you.
This crow has its feathers and flies without wings seeking for you,
And it'll cut out my spine and send it to you.
Good boy, good boy...good boy.
7-4-03
VERONICA
"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,"
Saw off my head and hends,
Chop off these germs and breath in new life.
These angry teens are mediocre ghosts,
They bark at the moon and sing about suicide,
Because they're cowards.
Tie my hands together,
Pig style,
Rob me you criminal,
Rob,
Take all I have,
Take comfort in the pain you release.
Relieve this anguish with new fire,
Soorch this crotch with scoth,
S&M it and make sure it turns black and blue,
Feathers fly around your head in big circles,
These crows scream out your name,
And I just want to put on yr dress.
Maginifcent transvestite,
What gender are you?
Who cares?
Not me, why should you?
If your teen angst has a body count
Then you're doing something right.
Tear down this wall and build a new one;
Spray paint it black and fleece it with germs,
This Superman flies higher then angels.
This high school is burning like a catholic crusade,
This man is burning in effigy,
And this eulogy is even worse then Holden caulfield.
Fucking brat,
Rich white bastard,
Grow up to be just like your father,
JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!
JUST DO IT, JUST DO IT!
I don't wanna be the Christian Slater,
I'd rather be the Wynona Ryder,
Cus she was alive at the ned,
Cuz she was smarter an stronger,
and I loved thsoe outfits.
Countess of the castle,
Burn everyone yo usee
Till we're smoking ashes,
From the tip of yr cigarette.
Reapply this lipstick made of my blood,
And let me hold your crown.
Nothings ever like the movies,
Its to real to even touch,
and this all is going to fester inside of me,
BUt I'm gonna force it to explode.
High school's never like it is on TV,
(Where's my Dylan McKay?)
Thank God,
Oh no.
That's alright.
I don't care.
Yes I do.
I'll be the Veronica,
I keep going,
I'll wear the red hair clip,
Cuz I'm way to sick of this shit to let it actually get to me.
7/5-03
Perfectly defined,
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Yr hair is black and I wanna lose myself init,
But I'll always see myself.
Gone for almost a month now,
Even though your were never here,
My tumors have multiplied,
Screaming out yr name.
GOOD GOD, GOOD GHOST, GOOD BOY.
I wanna tear out yr eyes and swallow them,
Rip off yr skin and live inside of you.
see,
I'm as fucked up as everyone else,
I am as cliched as a lonely high school faggot.
Why can't you be?
These ripples of fat and these stretch marks on my body will multiply with each day
That i don't see you,
With each day I don't see you,
With each day yr gone.
My body is destroying itself becasue it wants to be near you
But it can't, it never will.
I've turned self destruction into an artform.
Adonis amorphous, that's who you are,
From the first time I wrote it down, that was you.
The ugly part of it was me, but it was mostly you.
This crow has its feathers and flies without wings seeking for you,
And it'll cut out my spine and send it to you.
Good boy, good boy...good boy.
7-4-03
VERONICA
"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,"
Saw off my head and hends,
Chop off these germs and breath in new life.
These angry teens are mediocre ghosts,
They bark at the moon and sing about suicide,
Because they're cowards.
Tie my hands together,
Pig style,
Rob me you criminal,
Rob,
Take all I have,
Take comfort in the pain you release.
Relieve this anguish with new fire,
Soorch this crotch with scoth,
S&M it and make sure it turns black and blue,
Feathers fly around your head in big circles,
These crows scream out your name,
And I just want to put on yr dress.
Maginifcent transvestite,
What gender are you?
Who cares?
Not me, why should you?
If your teen angst has a body count
Then you're doing something right.
Tear down this wall and build a new one;
Spray paint it black and fleece it with germs,
This Superman flies higher then angels.
This high school is burning like a catholic crusade,
This man is burning in effigy,
And this eulogy is even worse then Holden caulfield.
Fucking brat,
Rich white bastard,
Grow up to be just like your father,
JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!
JUST DO IT, JUST DO IT!
I don't wanna be the Christian Slater,
I'd rather be the Wynona Ryder,
Cus she was alive at the ned,
Cuz she was smarter an stronger,
and I loved thsoe outfits.
Countess of the castle,
Burn everyone yo usee
Till we're smoking ashes,
From the tip of yr cigarette.
Reapply this lipstick made of my blood,
And let me hold your crown.
Nothings ever like the movies,
Its to real to even touch,
and this all is going to fester inside of me,
BUt I'm gonna force it to explode.
High school's never like it is on TV,
(Where's my Dylan McKay?)
Thank God,
Oh no.
That's alright.
I don't care.
Yes I do.
I'll be the Veronica,
I keep going,
I'll wear the red hair clip,
Cuz I'm way to sick of this shit to let it actually get to me.
7/5-03