the antelope nosebleed

Mar 10, 2008 17:01


take this r e l a t i o n s h i t that i will always have as an open wound, and burn the rest of it to the ground. take it away. record the rest of the staus that i puke up onto your shoes, and seek through the small dictionary you speak and look for the perfect words to hit me. get your dirt and sweat off of me...and break the bottles that you stand on like stilts...
and i'll still be speaking windings in the end. going down with every word a picture...a face...a clock to rott itself away.

here comes the night flashbacks agian. you killed your self now why cant you just go away...your still a burden to me.

g e t   t h e   f u c k   a w a y   f r o m   m e  .

gas mask me to shelter me from the intoxicants in the air that is to breathe.

light me a match and give me the taste of sulphur. i'd love to see the fire in the form of decomposing life by burns.
a light to the room, makes this whole place come up in flames.

s i t   b a c k   a n d   r e l a x .
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