The Eleventh Death
When I was 12 God could never control me; When I was 13 I told him to fuck himself. At 14 I slowed my manic addiction; At 15 I exclaimed that I wanted to create utopia. I was done digging in my flesh (Acne is even a plague to closed eyes) I was done obsessing over their obsessions (Suicide is a death to be lived eleven times) I remember looking for bleach in hotel room cabinets; I remember locking myself in your veins. I remember trying to play guitar like Kurt Cobain; I remember having a razor to my wrist in one hand desperately huffing paint... Where were you then God? When I was 11 I prayed Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 12:38 PM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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"When I was 12 God could never control me;..."