Sunday, December 09, 2007

July
the month that we met
It seems so far
But in fact its yet to come

I lie
To get you in bed
And then you lie
You lie that you have cum

We lay
Together as one
Local anesthetic

Severe apathy
I'm dying
fo find something to live for
Its never enough

Put me in a shelter
And feed my addiction

Been dysfunctional so long
That it feels normal
Living as an outcast
Breeding the repeat

Did she ever have a chance?

We are all angels until we fall from Grace But when you get thrown into a pit, what a disgrace Among the muck and the mire and the con...