Into your dream vagina And nothing offers the promise of release. iloveyouineedyou iwish you were dead pleasekillmebeforeikillmyself. The hole in my heart Bleeds when I see you And I get it That you will survive. You will survive me And use me To fuel Your fine growth. I am the shit that produces 1st place roses. icannottrustyouiwishicouldtrustyou I wish I could hear what you say. youdonotseemebecauseifyousawme you would hate me as much as I do. When you tell me you love me My heart just hears lies Or the hum Of fat flies on a corpse. Why this affliction? Why this disease? Why try to resist this destruction? Self loathing and pity Has aged like fine wine In the unopenable cellars Of my soul. I sample the bouquet everyday. But the blinding horror is that I lack the shred of courage it would take. To stop jerking myself Off once again. |
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i liked the fat flies on a corpse line. i liked the whole thing |
except for the pathetic parts, of course. |
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When I was pretty much after every girl I knew. peh. |
Thanks! |