morticiajet

ok i now realise that sub consciouly i packed my diaries (i'e poetry first to stop me doing what i'm about to) ... for any1 who doesn't know i'm moving in with Asha this week...

i have so much that i keep locking away and the more i have the more harder it gets, so i'm gona start letting go *reaches into an already packed box* basically for the last few years i have been writing (mostly crap... but helpful crap mite i add) and as i'm not sober (not an admission of my drunkness) i plan to share it (any copy write will be dealt with )

ok heres one very nervous girl puttin her intestines in the grinder ...


The anger and the lonliness makes me want to scream,
I struggle to open my eyes, pray it's just a dream,
And as the man stands over me, and cuts me with his knief,
I beg him not to injure me, but to instead take my life.





She comes by nght,
and leaves by day,
she'll kill you,
anywayway you want,
as long as you pay,

she'll take you're pain,
and desecreate you'r soul,
for all who meet her,
will loose control,

she slits you kindly,
and bleeds you dry,
for after you've met her,
you'll long to die.



(i'm getting really scared now bout doing this (mostly because i planned to use these lyrics to become a big rock star) all self conscious and kinda naked even though i'm fully dressed but i live my life by doing one thing a day that scares me... and i' was running outta ideas, so here we go...)


RED LIFE
It feels so glittery
and looks so cold
i lift it with my hurt
and move it wife my soul

i tried not to do it
i promised i'd start a fresh
but it's the only cure for pain like this

the slice echo's to my heart
i feel relief all over
the only problem is, i can't stop
once i begin to start



there you have it folks