Pour out thine heart and try to express one self poetically…
then backspace…
Binding together words like a drunken tailor sews b-grade garments
Pour out thine heart and try to express one self poetically…
then backspace…
Binding together words like a drunken tailor sews b-grade garments
I won’t waste time freeing this shit,
just deleting it
I can feel the pain, but can’t see it and i can’t believe that this is the whole picture,
You have always been the blur in my vision,
the single rose in circulation,
Such deep red yet unseen in the river of blood,
Beautiful but forever dragging behind you the string of thorns
the thorns that cut me from the inside out,
if you were somewhere other than in my viens I could deal with you,
but you arn’t and I can’t,
fuck convention and expresion, no-one believes in it and no-one cares to view it,
forget me in five.