i used to think that today would never come.
yesterday i went over to neils we drank some absynth and went and got ethopian food, went back to his house and played grand theft auto i missed the last bus so i ended up just sleeping over there, my mum called me at like ten am and i was like asleep cause i didn't get to sleep till six am, i called her back when i woke up around noon thrirty and she said she was gonna buy me a computer so i got all excited, sat around neil got online and i read marx for beginers which kinda ended up annoying me a little cause i don't like being talked down to, damn stuck up books, he also has lenin for beginers with lenin on the cover pulling up his shirt and winking seductivly (he is too neil!) my mum called me back and said they had sold out of the computers on sale so no new computer... frowny face, my mum was right down the street with my sister getting something done with her braces or something and so i got her to pick me up when they got done. went home.
this is about a girl who was born an anarchist, her mother died in child birth and she was locked in a church alone till she escaped and was stoned to death she didn't want to be evil she just was she prayed for god to save her soul be she was still evil once she was dead she was pulled between heaven and hell unsure of who would have her.
i was born in the cold the stars glemered about behind the clouds i was silent till the sun begain to rise it seemed so unnatural to be in harsh bright i wasn't the only one my mother died because the sun rose in the west i spent my life saying hail mary in a room with paper walls wooden doors taller than i couldn't hold me back no matter how trees sway in the wind pays no mind if i move faster the room disapears around me i blink and it's gone when i try to block it out i never do if i pay any attention maybe till i find my place in the sun how i would love to feel the grass beniegh me anything that doesn't twist under my feet things that aren't there in the night are not there in the day but i see them anyway i'm on one side heavy wooden doors i put splinters in my mouth today i forgot to wash off the blood it dried as my vision went funny, shaking, i hit my knees everything pulses around me my heart skips strings come down from the ceiling out of my mouth my hands slip through the dirt as i try to pull myself to my feet i don't know how long i was out that time i set my feet down on the mossy floor and felt myself sinking agian thats when i realized what happened like spilled ink splattered across the page like spider legs i bend in six places left instead of a cracked skull broken bones bleeding surronded like pebbles i brush aside left me for dead before the last stone hit the ground
this is about a girl who was born an anarchist, her mother died in child birth and she was locked in a church alone till she escaped and was stoned to death she didn't want to be evil she just was she prayed for god to save her soul be she was still evil once she was dead she was pulled between heaven and hell unsure of who would have her.
i was born in the cold the stars glemered about behind the clouds i was silent till the sun begain to rise it seemed so unnatural to be in harsh bright i wasn't the only one my mother died because the sun rose in the west i spent my life saying hail mary in a room with paper walls wooden doors taller than i couldn't hold me back no matter how trees sway in the wind pays no mind if i move faster the room disapears around me i blink and it's gone when i try to block it out i never do if i pay any attention maybe till i find my place in the sun how i would love to feel the grass beniegh me anything that doesn't twist under my feet things that aren't there in the night are not there in the day but i see them anyway i'm on one side heavy wooden doors i put splinters in my mouth today i forgot to wash off the blood it dried as my vision went funny, shaking, i hit my knees everything pulses around me my heart skips strings come down from the ceiling out of my mouth my hands slip through the dirt as i try to pull myself to my feet i don't know how long i was out that time i set my feet down on the mossy floor and felt myself sinking agian thats when i realized what happened like spilled ink splattered across the page like spider legs i bend in six places left instead of a cracked skull broken bones bleeding surronded like pebbles i brush aside left me for dead before the last stone hit the ground