Tell Me...Please
Its been a long day indeed... im in the mood fer some of them writing...stuff...
Adore and disgust?
Passion, that is correct sir.
Music symphony sing, sing the failure song.
Dance the joyful ballet of Closter phobia.
Time is not of the essence no matter what the cats say.
Essence of life, life force manipulating every breath.
Breathe like there is no tomorrow; breathe into the sea of knowledge.
Boogie on the icicles of irony.
Expletives penetrate my ears.
FUCK
Passion, love, lust? Never loved at all? Knowing zilch.
Today you die, or live, not to sure of the outcome.
Ring, ring, talk sing jail, the blue blues of wallpaper.
Cry tears, like you’ve never cried before.
Processing nothing more to say, stop asking questions.
Inquire stupid questions with or without the factual answers.
Little voice of the teen production treated like a human being.
Jump, jump off the damn bridge and get it over with.
Teenage suicide is the most poetic tragedy.
i wanna do this... on a black shirt...
erm... if you want to read more... umm... stay tuned for the next episode of
THE MOST SICKEST EXCUSE OF POEMS EVER....
ah... fuck it.