he said, " Do what you do best, swallow, and forget".the way we think, it interferes with the way we breathe
my hands start to shake as the black horse lifts his head towards the north
my options are weighed and injected,
the great nosebleed to make me a martyr comes
and the tracks that i follow home, scar
them bones draped in a mess of makeup and chanel no.5 , the way you walk and place your hands on my face changes the minute you get paid to fuck. but even showing my insides, dosent expose me, nothing exposes this fucking mess like a needle and a headboard thats easy to get a grip on.
the smell of soil, the spilt milk on the kitchen floor, a girl becoming a black hole in the corner as everything about you consumes her.
"my options are weighed and injected" - great line
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