baise

you tore a hole so deep
my blood poured out torrentially
but now I'm bored
my bloody flow has slowed
so I can be bored near you
oh what a loss
it didn't show its head
til mine was torn and thrown at you
and back it grew
with glassy eyes locked in contact
on the couch with you
oh boring face
we're losing touch, I reached
and my extended hand went through
now we both know what we have to do



it's raining on me
I don't want it to stop
I don't want to breathe anymore
I want soggy ground
I want to feel my feet in the sand
I want water to rise and to cover all the land
I want to swim til my arms give out and I come to an end
I hope it happens soon
I can't deal with feeling this bad
I want to be cold
and I want it to snow so bad
I hope your flames don't grow
I want to be buried in snow
I hope your flames don't grow
I just want to be cold
I don't want you to know