17.01.04 @ 11:14 p.m.
you;re a slow-acting potion
you draw me in like a tide
you cloud my mind like a fever
you strip away my pride
yr voice calls to me from
corners where you hide
my world is burning badly, borne on yr breeze
my head is pounding madly from yr sweet disease
i tumble towards the rocks & you control the seas
sweet siren
gas chamber
such a love is this
so poison
so lovely
kill a thousand with a kiss
make it go away
i have no expectations
of how this dream will be
i can;t tell the nature of the things i;ll see
you;re the phantom beacon
beckoning to me
he goes in circles, come in threes
he coils & hisses at my knees
he;s got me walking spanish
& speaking japanese
make you go away.
materialistic fucktard = me.ps. my gold membership just ran out. & if anyone has money to burn, here;s a link to waste it on, but in a more productive way.
music: green day; longview
mood: paranoid