Friday, December 16, 2005

the sound of a dry heave (through a million dollar smile)

come and let your blood flow child
i'm not here for cathardic misgivings no
but the role of tortured soul played through and through has me typecast and you come with your eager desires to know what i know
to know me
to understand and undburden your heavy heart onto my plate
from which i will devour your pain and loss

so we'll toast to things like existance you say cheers i say less
tommorrow you'll wonder what i meant when i said you were smaller than the day is ugly

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