There are reasons I have math homework...
So I wrote a poem in math class today instead of doing my work. Go figure.
Look the other way
Blood red rosepetals
drip down dead
from their vase
like the way the blood red rivers
drip out of my veins.
And so you say I'm alright,
we look the other way,
another razor slash
from another razor blade.
I feel worthless and used
like the peice of ass slashed gutter trash
I am.
And like the greasy pizza
that has taken control of my diet,
that I binge, then purge...
I have another slice.
Preoccupied with carnal pleasures,
lust of the flesh,
desire of the bottle,
you look the other way.
It's not just on the hips anymore kids... we've graduated to visible flesh. yay me.
In other news, I found this funny:
the most morbid thing just happened to me... i was crossing the street with my headphones on, so i couldnt hear.... and i damn near got run over by a fucking funeral procession. Would have been funny if I had gotten hit i think.
Look the other way
Blood red rosepetals
drip down dead
from their vase
like the way the blood red rivers
drip out of my veins.
And so you say I'm alright,
we look the other way,
another razor slash
from another razor blade.
I feel worthless and used
like the peice of ass slashed gutter trash
I am.
And like the greasy pizza
that has taken control of my diet,
that I binge, then purge...
I have another slice.
Preoccupied with carnal pleasures,
lust of the flesh,
desire of the bottle,
you look the other way.
It's not just on the hips anymore kids... we've graduated to visible flesh. yay me.
In other news, I found this funny:
the most morbid thing just happened to me... i was crossing the street with my headphones on, so i couldnt hear.... and i damn near got run over by a fucking funeral procession. Would have been funny if I had gotten hit i think.