Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I'm walking on sunshine.. whooaoooh.

Don't let me fall any further than this, this, this has to be it.
I can taste the failure. I can fucking taste it in the kiss.
It's 3:18,
My mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen.

Hollow streets on an even emptier night,
Your presence is poison, I'm addicted and NOTHING IS ALRIGHT.


NOTHING IS ALRIGHT.

NOTHING IS ALRIGHT.

NOTHING IS ALRIGHT.

NOTHING IS ALRIGHT.

2 comments:

  1. did you become a vampire?
    You talk of blood and being adddicted to people all the time
    <3

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  2. I can feel you.
    You're gunna fall further, I'm sorry, but you wont let me help you and no one else will.
    You're scaring them.
    They love you and then you shout that you hate them, tell them to fuck off, that they're not real... And it hurts them.

    Somethings happening to you.
    People don't like it.
    And, as an ignorant fucking bystander, I can't do shit to help. Not that you've ever asked me for it, but even today, while you asked them all to acompany you, and they shook their heads, I was prepared to go along, but you never asked.
    And so I never offered.

    For you hate me.
    And you hate everyone.
    I think you're dying, but I'm not doctor.

    I'm only a stranger. :/

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