Natures way of saying “fuck you” Is killing off everything you love Twisting all your thought into nightmares Dinner is no longer made for you No, it is made through you You are dinner now Ready to be bought by big compaines Ready to be their whore of damnnation You are their salesperson now With… Continue reading “terra” Poetic
Tag: whore
Boytoy
Fucking Loser I just can’t stand you. Why don’t you leave? Just fucking go! I didn’t want you anyway. Never wanted you to stay. I don’t care if you’re pissed. Don’t care what you tell your friends. Yeah, I’m a bitch And I don’t give a fuck. Cry all you want. ‘Cuz I don’t care.… Continue reading Boytoy
a whore to you
please… don’t leave me! don’t leave me here! don’t leave me laying on the floor like a whore don’t tell me to get out of the way
Death of a soulless whore
Looking at myself and what I’ve become I realize that my life of pain is just begun Homicide, suicide Looking for something I cannot find
Stitch Our Society
drag down the razor taste the dream rotten cotten candy land it’s all imaginary
His Name Was Jake
His name was Jake. He was one of my closest friends or so I thought. It was a cold day in december, snow flakes were just begining to fall. I was outside, working with my brothers’ black stallion, Devil, when my cell phone rang. It was Jake, he had asked me to come over and… Continue reading His Name Was Jake
† i hate myself
this image cause me to cut open my life to bleed one more to taste the pain i tasye the death i look in the mirror once more this fucking whore staring straight at me listening to everyword i say this screaming wont go away i hate this i hate myself it must be cliche`… Continue reading † i hate myself
dad
Go away stop dont look at me it hurts why do you always have to be such a jerk do you even know those words you just spoke you called me a bitch you called me a whore i ran away crying and slamed my door i called you an ass hole i ment it… Continue reading dad
Why? That’s it..nothing spectacular…just W-H-Y…WHY?
my thoughts are filled with shadows- im scared my country might just keel over and die- or that my life will be takin when an a-bomb drops from the sky- how did we let such a man take office- he’s led us into war and taken all the jobs from us- our economy is dead-
What I Mean Is…
always on the dark side never about to brightly slide listen to what it means cause soon ill be in your dreams a gap between heaven and hell from which i fell although its hell itself it has a slow stealth listen to what i mean im about to tell you of a scene “how… Continue reading What I Mean Is…