i like to sew. |
congratulations. whilst you slept, i stitched our palms together.there is such a pretty, little mess that ive left upon your sheets. the sickeningly, sweet smell of our blood is making me high. takin... Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:17:00 GMT |
instruments. |
and i can feel your fingers threaded through my heart strings. delicately plucking at that dormant harp that lays caged and cob webbed within my chest. the fragility of my soul echos in my ears. the e... Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 16:16:00 GMT |
Stinky Stuff |
once i knew a little girl, who refused to eat. she just banged her head against the floor and didn’t sleep for a week. Both her parents were mentally delayed and they lived in constant fear that... Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 07:11:00 GMT |
Suicide is Painless |
they sat there, in silence, staring blankly at the dead road. the pounding of the rain on the window pane, cracked the windscreen. avoiding his eyes she divulged in the ground. and just as the rain cr... Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 09:57:00 GMT |
picture, perfect, pathetic. |
their silhouette's drowned within the sunset, nonchalantly disappearing. and he painted those words for her, like monet painted the sky. the distorted brush strokes and iridescent colours melted into ... Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 09:19:00 GMT |