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Drowning in the bottle
written by Genocide Reaper06:21 AM 1/1/05| Here I am, drowning in the bottle again. Its new years eve. You just walk off and leave. What a lonesome memory for me to bare. I can't believe that you couldn't help but not stare, now you just are not here. I hope to die some time this night. I hope to live and kill. I speak these words because its skill. Whiskey in my guts, burning like a gasoline fire. You don't know my name, you just know what you've been told, you've never stayed long enough to watch me grow. I cast my spell today upon myself. Just fucking left without a word, can't help but put my mind in a painful angry swirl. YOU! I'll hurt myself like they said, I'll do it again, until these feelings end. I'll drink until I'm numb, Iv already made you cum. I know you'll be back when morning comes. I can smell the fear. I just realized that you are not here. If you are, you ignore my words. You want me dead. A pistol at hand, a paranoid mind on patrol. I'd love to feel something more than this pain. Your actions are driving me insane. I can't feel love, I just need your drug. Its hidden between those thighs. It'll get me high. I know. It'll make me fly. I can feel it, It'll keep me from wanting to die! so good I could nearly cry. Only if I had other emotions to bring them to the surface. But I'm to numb to place it. |
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