thisisallwrong

ha so i'm playing at the elbow room tomorry night. i'm subbing for a bass player, last minute, go figure.





more comments please . .. . .. ?

( sick) emo to boot but fuck it. . .


saunders avenue

give me your hand
and you can pull me up
from drowning in these sorrows
and when i'm safely looking
down the barrel of a gun
i can make you scream
three words of passion
(not ever again)

with this knife in hand
i can make your throat
pour out compassion
until your...
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and who would've thought bleeding tears was quite so beautiful?
when you see this piece of flesh quite so pitiful?
how can i stand before you and say that i'm a man,
when my life slips through the hourglass, like a grain of sand?

these thougths of perfection, dance inside my head, but i know that beauty is in death.

and how many days can...
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pratice tying knots into your ribbon
the magnetic thought of repetition
now and again i clean up this mess
a simple task with dull completion

and now as bottles clutter my room
i can't help but pretend
that the red on the carpet
was another useless death

wasted time, a wasted life
the smoke stings my eyes
with a glimpse of color in black and...
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