A bad joke without lines
Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma
My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties
A stale and ugly kiss
Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh
...
Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten
There is no dark pride in loneliness
Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade
What?s your pleasure, pistol or syringe?
...Watch those memories
Or drop dead
Monday, January 21, 2008
esti concediat
cineva mi-a trimis acum un videoclip cu tricky, poems as vrea sa i pot zice: "I can't wait to deeply neglect you, deeply forget you ... deeply regret you etc."
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STOP in the name of love: )?
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