We will never know the reason of life
until we die...
Pouring salt on Slugs
Is just another form of...
As art translates into sound
And graces our ears with soft melodies...
I can take rejection,
But what I hate is the lies...
Only this morning
My throat held pure joy...
My hand shakes,
waiting for that next fix...
It seems as though you're actually trying,
To reconcile us...
When he sits here alone with me so flawlessly,
And he talks about the other girls so harmlessly...
A beautiful victorian house
Everything is pretty in it...
Teddy bears and rattles
Dimples, chubby cheeks...
Why did i do drugs
Because i cried inside and lost the love...
Memories,
Hiding and enslaving...