

htfdwhfkgI hid the cigarette burns like you rold me to and screamed when you fucked me i stay real quiet in my matchbox and carve the days in my handhtfdwhfkg
just like you told me to *****
and when the taste of old metal explodes in my mouth and i felt the spoon dig down my throat and your fingers crawled under my skin and made my neck hurt and the world go black and the walls caved in on my head and you dislocated my jaw and spat on me on the floor
...i begged for more
you chain me to the bed and close the windows and the door and fucke


T TTears of a rabid dog Grotesquely twisted in the corner Tearing open the old sores and feeling the stench fill me once again... the overwhelming burn that rushes through me and leaves me leaking on the floor beat. Beat. and i go numb. Bite them open and start again because pain is my sole purpose Cause i am the thorn inside your heart decayed, repulsive and spreading the poison throughout... you. i.will.make.you.taste.a.bit.of.what.feel. i shove my seeds in you my advocate perfect.hate.machine.T T
i was shoved in the dark
and
well.
here's a poke-present to make up for lost time.
POKE.
--
I breathe in the holocaust ashes
of a separation from nature;
the furnace heat I have imagined
as choke down the barrel
of a musket.
The fucking window well.
Almost a connection to nature
except for that cover.
I can’t explain it
still.
--
she's|losing|her|virginity|
and|all|her|will|to|compromise|
you.don't.know.shit.about.me.
--
she's|losing|her|virginity|
and|all|her|will|to|compromise|
--
she's|losing|her|virginity|
and|all|her|will|to|compromise|
--
if you are looking for the guilty, you need only look in the mirror
--
Remember, remember
The Fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
You don't have to die to be dead...
--
The demi-gods and hungry ghosts of God,
God knows I'm not at home.
--
The demi-gods and hungry ghosts of God,
God knows I'm not at home.
Jeez. Wtf!
Aagh.
--
'infinite possibilities and all you can do is whine' - Nathaniel Fisher.
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