|
Well.. I got a web site.... You can find things i like on here like poems, lyrics, artwork, and some other stuff. Hope
you like it.
Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs,
and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want
the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would
you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To
fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture
your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.- The Used, Im a fake
|
