Happy Confusion

by Bec   Feb 2, 2006


Baby this blade is my best friend,

swimming through my blood trying to find my heart,

honey I'm leaving home,

I've been stabbed to death eleven times too much,

don't touch what I've touched,

i drink my tears,

i eat my long skin tearing nails,

but I'm happy,

I've failed,

failed this time,

your confusion divine,

draw a line,

for me.

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