... And It's the Turn... the Century is Fleaing...

I smothered the ideas I once had... now here I sit... again... staring at the blank slate of my mind... dirtier than it ever was... but hollow... and empty... hollow and empty in its poor hygine...

sick the dogs on me now my friend... seems you've already started... shreaded all hope in your mind... and your heart... seems its all so fucked up now...

and this is not for you...

who knew something of such happiness could cause so much pain in the end... no... it's not yet the end... but still the pain wades in the waters... staring me down... burning a whole into my gut... making my stomach twist in all its confusion and hatred...

it's a hopeless situation...

doesnt it seem it?... but I still have faith... something I have never known... or felt... or believed in... until now... so please... bare with me... this is possible... its all possible... you prepare for the worst in hopes of easing the pain in the end... but whats the sense in feeling this way for so long... jsut to be a bit more satisfied and secure in the end... figure out what you want... because at this point its about you...
so be speechless... be fluant... be you... its all I ask for...


*nods*... that is all...
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
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Comments

  • reading this makes me think that you were there when i lost my best friend and you wrote this to chronicle it.
    it's very good. kind of down.. but i like it.
    There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.
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