im empty without will
i think into darkness
where light never stays
the tastes of addicition
and compulsion are consumed
and these, open wounds
that refuse to heal
remind me of my wickedness.
i caress them, try to soothe them.
with anecdotes of loveless lullabies
but they know me.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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lol. the type of shit you can make out of anything. or nothing.
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