insides out
decomposing, with my liver, twenty one year old f*ck-ups have the most fun, whats my electrical output? five to six minutes, rotating once, give me my antiseptics and prescriptions, my new addictions, pictures of nothing, flying, with minds, i need air support, composing, with God, it could destroy me, it could save me, it makes me cry just the same, my pretty shoes, without souls, feed me poison, dying, with thoughts, i need more, burning, with fires, left to expire, or meltdown, leaves me destructive, and incomplete, on my own two feet, i fall asleep, trying, with pencils, to swim farther away. Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 02:57 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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