Post by Laura on Oct 14, 2005 11:01:50 GMT -6
these walls talk secrets and lies. It's hard to tell the difference when you're angry. I never once faulted my violence for my crimes but sometimes, lashing out at the ones you love sends a thrill down your shiverless spine.
when I had to, I made candy out of wood. It was crunchy and lacking flavour but it made for me to chew. Sometimes opening your mouth like this is the only way to breathe.
the air was like a fire. Splits here and there where smoke crept into. Those holes were embedded into my skin like spiders to their web. If I were sleeping, this dream would sure be mazing through me now.
and cut.
spit yourself out before you swallow the bones! I claimed I would never eat again. At least these humans but they taste so good. When it's raw, I'm raw and when it's real, I'm real. I'm jagging the edges of my fingertips with this worn out saw.
the blood pours on out but I suck it back down. Maybe that's why it never stops coming out?
blotches of red stains make for good decoration. Christmas is all about the green, white, and red. Sometimes I wonder if I bled to death if I'd go green. I'd be surrounded by the two wonderous joyful colours that sang the angel songs.
put back your gun before you shoot someone. That's what I used to say. I used to fight for things more than nothing, to show I had some strength. All those nonbelievers will bow down to me now, as I squeeze out the last drop of this lemon.
sometimes being locked away is better for you. Children can't see you so they won't speak your name, and others cannot stare when you're rubbing the skin. It's aggravating when they stop and wonder, but sometimes you have to look right back. Sometimes you have to lie to prove a point.
and cut.
spit up those poisons before they stick to your acid! I shouted with some food still stuck inside my mouth. If I breathe in while I'm swallowing, hopefully I'll choke. I don't need a saviour!
when god just checked my coat.
when I had to, I made candy out of wood. It was crunchy and lacking flavour but it made for me to chew. Sometimes opening your mouth like this is the only way to breathe.
the air was like a fire. Splits here and there where smoke crept into. Those holes were embedded into my skin like spiders to their web. If I were sleeping, this dream would sure be mazing through me now.
and cut.
spit yourself out before you swallow the bones! I claimed I would never eat again. At least these humans but they taste so good. When it's raw, I'm raw and when it's real, I'm real. I'm jagging the edges of my fingertips with this worn out saw.
the blood pours on out but I suck it back down. Maybe that's why it never stops coming out?
blotches of red stains make for good decoration. Christmas is all about the green, white, and red. Sometimes I wonder if I bled to death if I'd go green. I'd be surrounded by the two wonderous joyful colours that sang the angel songs.
put back your gun before you shoot someone. That's what I used to say. I used to fight for things more than nothing, to show I had some strength. All those nonbelievers will bow down to me now, as I squeeze out the last drop of this lemon.
sometimes being locked away is better for you. Children can't see you so they won't speak your name, and others cannot stare when you're rubbing the skin. It's aggravating when they stop and wonder, but sometimes you have to look right back. Sometimes you have to lie to prove a point.
and cut.
spit up those poisons before they stick to your acid! I shouted with some food still stuck inside my mouth. If I breathe in while I'm swallowing, hopefully I'll choke. I don't need a saviour!
when god just checked my coat.
*runs off to the lobby*[/glow]