Thursday, October 15, 2009

the summer i lost interest in all morale

i like feeling the hollow hunger of movement inside me



we didnt even have to have fucked and you would have been a dog at my knees

i cant control these actions when there is sweet substance involved

im not talking emotions and bullshit that comes from the heart, im talking fucking chemicals


do you have any idea how it feels to truly believe your heart is about to stop beating,

then there is the heroin that stops my shaking fingers from pushing the nails back against your headboard.


your baby looks like a fucking alien.

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