whoa. what? i thought i cancelled my account awhile ago!
[edit: after further clicking, it's set to end january 27th. whoops! eh. my bad. sorry people, i should've updated more!]
well, anyway, for now, you get this. a product of coffee, hum: suicide machine, and brain chemicals. that, and having no friends, ah-heh. heh. ha ha ha.
she comes to me in black flowing robes dripping with the blood of a billion suicidal souls, they seem like they've got a mind of their own, they caress and hold me close my skin burns like hydrochloric acid. her hypnotic eyes hold chemical equations white on pure black drawing me in, i'm soaked. her claws slash ribs to the bone until i gasp, but don't stop, oh don't you stop. her fangs glowing white as the moon, crimson lips match the maroon of the poison coursing through my veins, she smiles and sings in a sultry whisper oh, come closer, i'll keep you safe through this freezing world oh you long-lost boy, i'll hold you close keep you near to my soul though those things out there rotate and dance in a robot-style fashion, don't you worry i'll envelop you give you the breath to proceed keep you drowning in my eyes, there is no need except for me. and my cares drip away like hot wax on metal on ice on my chest, burning and freezing and slicing until there's nothing left. punctured holes in my neck and a severely scratched back, she runs her claws down my spine shuddering and shaking. wounded and gasping, crying and laughing, whispering, singing, until finally she kisses me to sleep on dirty gray concrete, and in the fetal position she surrounds me with melancholy black satin sheets, that keep my lungs full of sludge and whisper sweet dreams, and i dream of beaches and forests, glimpses of a pure white sun goddess, fresh and clean nothing's corrupt except that which i destroy with a vengeance, and amongst friends and adventures i fly until the sky melts into darkest starless night melts into glaring sun melts into faded winter light, awake she slices with the care of a black-masked surgeon dripping down my shoulders and she feeds, between loving licks she kisses me with a bitter tongue and follows me, she loves me.
okay, it is now 2:24 in the AM, and sleep is as far away as the sun right now. somebody come to my apartment and punch me in the face. seriously. anyone can get a surprise hug when they open the door, but how many people get a punch in the face?
followed by heavy making out?
heh.
ahh well. i should start a business where you call up and leave yr address, then someone comes down at a random time, punches you in the face, then makes out with you. and brings cool cds. and junk food. all for a low, low price!
man, that'd be awesome.
damn sobriety. at least when i'm wasted i fall asleep fairly early.......peace out, skinbags!
[edit: after further clicking, it's set to end january 27th. whoops! eh. my bad. sorry people, i should've updated more!]
well, anyway, for now, you get this. a product of coffee, hum: suicide machine, and brain chemicals. that, and having no friends, ah-heh. heh. ha ha ha.
she comes to me in black flowing robes dripping with the blood of a billion suicidal souls, they seem like they've got a mind of their own, they caress and hold me close my skin burns like hydrochloric acid. her hypnotic eyes hold chemical equations white on pure black drawing me in, i'm soaked. her claws slash ribs to the bone until i gasp, but don't stop, oh don't you stop. her fangs glowing white as the moon, crimson lips match the maroon of the poison coursing through my veins, she smiles and sings in a sultry whisper oh, come closer, i'll keep you safe through this freezing world oh you long-lost boy, i'll hold you close keep you near to my soul though those things out there rotate and dance in a robot-style fashion, don't you worry i'll envelop you give you the breath to proceed keep you drowning in my eyes, there is no need except for me. and my cares drip away like hot wax on metal on ice on my chest, burning and freezing and slicing until there's nothing left. punctured holes in my neck and a severely scratched back, she runs her claws down my spine shuddering and shaking. wounded and gasping, crying and laughing, whispering, singing, until finally she kisses me to sleep on dirty gray concrete, and in the fetal position she surrounds me with melancholy black satin sheets, that keep my lungs full of sludge and whisper sweet dreams, and i dream of beaches and forests, glimpses of a pure white sun goddess, fresh and clean nothing's corrupt except that which i destroy with a vengeance, and amongst friends and adventures i fly until the sky melts into darkest starless night melts into glaring sun melts into faded winter light, awake she slices with the care of a black-masked surgeon dripping down my shoulders and she feeds, between loving licks she kisses me with a bitter tongue and follows me, she loves me.
okay, it is now 2:24 in the AM, and sleep is as far away as the sun right now. somebody come to my apartment and punch me in the face. seriously. anyone can get a surprise hug when they open the door, but how many people get a punch in the face?
followed by heavy making out?
heh.
ahh well. i should start a business where you call up and leave yr address, then someone comes down at a random time, punches you in the face, then makes out with you. and brings cool cds. and junk food. all for a low, low price!
man, that'd be awesome.
damn sobriety. at least when i'm wasted i fall asleep fairly early.......peace out, skinbags!
dedgirl:
whoa!