wide awake i pretend that i... will survive... mouth is dry... shed my skin and i dont know why... cant escape cause thete aint no use... i love my self abuse |
4:30 something am... still up but i slept most the day away, another friend got locked up, and an old one just got out of prison, cant wait to see him i hear hes got tattoos on his eyelids now, went f...
Posted by blow me on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
living way to fast / i just wanna slow dance |
i think the subject says it all / im sick of booze, sick of drugs, sick of half ass friends, sick of boring conversations like "hey how fucked up are you dude? im pretty wasted" or the infamous "last ...
Posted by blow me on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
deterioration |
watch me fall not follow my chest is hollow sanctuary is solitary my self medication is mental masturbation busted windows layed out in a pool of frustration cigarette smoke stales inhaling following ...
Posted by blow me on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
we cried over the spilt guts a bloody self inflicted crucifixion |
existing at will and dying a slow death by our own hands
Posted by blow me on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
