Strange h o w we let bad things happen t o us, strange & kinda' w e i r d, numbers gently escaping from the h e a d , words screaming loud somewhere in the b a c k of the mind, it comes in w h i t e at once, o p e n e d pale eyes & a terrible s m i l e ( she's d e a d , wraped in p l a s t i c )
С т у д е н т - прикол(абалденный прикол) С Р О Ч Н О смотреть!
Murder m e , don't hesitate, e n j o y every bloody s e c o n d...
No o n e there, y o u r always alone... e v e n in your own darkly & shadowy mind, you've b e e n to close to the people for s o m e time... you felt their warm w e l c o m e, kindness, what d i d you try to s a y?
The m o r e I lose T h e more I fight The more I t r y The m o r e I lie The more I c r o s s the l i n e T h e more I live The more I f o r g e t moments The m o r e I right my w r o n g s The more I . . .
Tsh, wan eyes full of fire, c a n ' t feel paper soul b u r n in desire, parted l i p s whispered and begged for m o r e . . . overcome, sweet e s s e n c e of skin drown within t h e pleasure, t o r n out heart with p a s s i o n . . . spread wings, i n the a i r , danced with falling leaves, n o one t h e r e . . . spirit h o l d ' s your hand
mind d i e d
Sick j o k e, life... Is j u s t a sick joke
S o m e t h i n g ' s wrong with Jack, s o m e t h i n g ' s wrong with Jack, but w h a t ?
I think i t ' s a great thing... t o be erased f r o m own h e a d
Y A W N... one night a n d one more t i m e , thanks f o r the memories...
I t was a long day, but i ' m glad that Christina i s alright, t w o more night's i n hospital
This h a s been the worse f u c k i n g week
Mr. Fuck k e e p s telling me to kill m y s e l f and I already tried a n d it didnt w o r k
The Nail Bunny w a s right
K i l l i n g myself didn't solve a n y thing
I dont think seeing a l l the dead bodys helped S q u e e
I wonder w e r e he is
*Cut to Squee rocking back and forther in a padded cell*
Oh w e l l
I ' m going to try and find D e v i again
I still n e e d to kill her
I w o n d e r if shes in the b o o k s t o r e
[показать]Yeah-hah, r i g h t... Hm-m-m, do i? F u c k!
Time t o eat my o w n backwords, swallow m y pride and s h u t up
I slept w i t h faith and
Found maggots i n my bed o n awakening
I drank a n d hate a l l night, with v o m i t and doubt
Found h e r dead in t h e morning