I'll kill, kill, you...
The meaning of a death wish
It still burns my throat to hear you speak, if I prayed the lord my soul to keep, my lord would be a gun, and your finger would be my prayer, and I would say it over, and over and over, until your eyes bled like mine, you would know what I meant, when I said what I said, and you would feel better, and I would be left to die, I'm so tired, so tired, too tired to cry...
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just a little poem I wrote, havent written a poem in a while, I was looking through peoples sites and something just sparked it inside of me, coolness, drop lines, tell me what you think.
Anywho's...not much has been going on as of late, lots of hanging out with Amber, which is awesome, lots of smoking, sex and video games, which is also awesome. lol. Friday we went to see Barter play at the ranchbowl, which was really, really, really, awesome, every time I see them, I am more impressed, Ryan Showers is really one of the best things thats happened to front men in bands, he's fun.
Things have been good, not going to Texas anymore, instead I am pretty sure I am going to Iowa western for literature. Should be fun and all that stuff.
On another completely different note, I had a dream with my grandma in it last night (my grandma's been dead for four years) I had a dream she was a live and I hadnt seen her in a long time and we were at the mall, she gave me a hug and she told me she liked my lip ring and I think she gave me money for cigarettes, and also she had a shirt on that said "I've been looking at you" and it had eyes on it.
I told Amber and my mom about it and Amber told me that she thinks my grandma visited me in the dream, and when I told my mom she said "Thats wonderful! And you know she died four years ago today" WEIRD, but very cool, well I'm off.
It still burns my throat to hear you speak, if I prayed the lord my soul to keep, my lord would be a gun, and your finger would be my prayer, and I would say it over, and over and over, until your eyes bled like mine, you would know what I meant, when I said what I said, and you would feel better, and I would be left to die, I'm so tired, so tired, too tired to cry...
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just a little poem I wrote, havent written a poem in a while, I was looking through peoples sites and something just sparked it inside of me, coolness, drop lines, tell me what you think.
Anywho's...not much has been going on as of late, lots of hanging out with Amber, which is awesome, lots of smoking, sex and video games, which is also awesome. lol. Friday we went to see Barter play at the ranchbowl, which was really, really, really, awesome, every time I see them, I am more impressed, Ryan Showers is really one of the best things thats happened to front men in bands, he's fun.
Things have been good, not going to Texas anymore, instead I am pretty sure I am going to Iowa western for literature. Should be fun and all that stuff.
On another completely different note, I had a dream with my grandma in it last night (my grandma's been dead for four years) I had a dream she was a live and I hadnt seen her in a long time and we were at the mall, she gave me a hug and she told me she liked my lip ring and I think she gave me money for cigarettes, and also she had a shirt on that said "I've been looking at you" and it had eyes on it.
I told Amber and my mom about it and Amber told me that she thinks my grandma visited me in the dream, and when I told my mom she said "Thats wonderful! And you know she died four years ago today" WEIRD, but very cool, well I'm off.