Sunday, June 17, 2007

Clenching

Gravity swung upwards
and knocked me on my ass
So there you stood laughing
until I showed you I was bleeding
Just blood
When we come back here
I'm not staying
I'm getting my shit and I'm out
I can't swallow these razors anymore
Promises
Vulgarity
Malevolence
I'm made of glass
Cool to the touch
but when I Break hot and scattered
the cuts are yours

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