Pain Diary
She lies where the bottles float.
on the shore of a dream...
If she jump back she probably
drown, iron fist keeps a strong
grip around her heart.
Drain the vampire
she need blood to bleed.
i Try to glue together the pieces
of my heart. Well, we can
inhale together if you're afraid.
if i got a tumour it's your fault
A deal? - nice and loose,
we got to embarrased to play.
Black she got tough, painted
black nails, they said; You see.
she's soon lost to the other
side. i travel through your
intestines to end up in your
spit. Chew me, properly.
but i can't find the word for it.
She's dilated, i swear...
i misread her vagina.
i feel ugly and i always seem
to mumble, a revival i guess
it's contagious tough, she
got affected. This is a spirit
you will get used to the smell.
i misread her vagina.
Well, now's she's lost on her
lonely trip to find something to
overdose but well i confess i
always been like her, maybe
that's why i liked her so much.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-06-28 at 03:34
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