I'm not solid anymore
I see it in the silver glass,
Face smothered in dirt.
This facade doesn't hurt.
I think i'm dying,
So you shut your eyes,
You don't see my lies.
Too fast to save me,
Too slow to forget me

Tongue so sharp
Etched scars into my plastic heart
Punched me 'till I was blue.
Pretend I tripped in my heeled shoes.
Each night you come back late
High from alcohol abuse.
So you make me bleed until
I give up and drink,
The same that make us sink.


In a hallucinogenic spiral of warped love and deformed affections


June - 25 - 2007

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