July
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Turning over in interrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever
wakeful,
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect
causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault because your boyfriend
can't read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So
unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue
tied.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a
magazine.
Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You
are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn't tangible, and
sense of self is dated,
Names constant on your cracked lips are now
eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal,
Your veins are bound in electric
tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
Yough cought
up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a
singeing pop,
as your brain is cauterized.
Within the walls I hear all
of its legs,
There must be so many to carry it over our heads,
Seething
and unsettled and oh such a let down,
And now these rusty spokes inside my
head
are making such a grating sound.
Annons
kontoejfunnet
Wed 14 May 2008 12:16
hörde den oh! ema blabla någonting för ett tag sen :P De är fan rätt bra ^^
Anonymous
Wed 14 May 2008 03:59
fy fan vad hett med typ the hives + growl :D
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