Feb 02, 2007 21:22
I like to pretend to eat brains
Take in the knowledge of those around me
I cut my arms day to day as a daily reminder
The wounds serve as a calendar
A journal
Ever time we fuck like porn stars
I remember the past
The present
The fuckers and rapists and victums and martyrs
I see the television sets
And watch them crush us like ten ton anvles
I want you to approve of my life
And let me kill myself
Perhaps then it will all be forgotten
...
Perhaps