Autoerotic Asphyxia
Reload, aim
shoot....
i'm just flesh and blood..
we are until
death rip us apart.
this is not meant
to be sad.
listen to words
you made me smile.
ironic situation.
your thousand smiles.
when everything
comes back again.
or whoever, whatever
it could be, an
crystal making
funny faces..
i'm always been
afraid of the dark.
but ah, well forget it.
this is the part where
the end should be.
but i think skip it
this time..
it will never end.
anyway.
the blowing wind
blows, another tree
fell it's tear, as the
chainsaw gave the
cut.
The Word given to
others to say...
my brother said
a dirty word.
Freedom, as always
we forgotten what
it meant, but well
whatever. i guess
i forget fast too.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-04-13 at 21:29
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