it's true, the users gather here
once or twice a night and take
what's left of sacred, steal into my
mind. i
left my mind in cellophane so
maybe they could see, you see?
but they paid it no mind
and kept on snatching, pulling at
our cuffs
but it now occurs to me
the users are the used, empty
coke cans and condoms and
they can't help it if they're empty
shit, who can?
so i believe in the beating of a heart
because i've seen it
and even though i've also seen
empty eyes, empty smiles
there's alway blood left to spill
and that's good,
i think.
3 comments:
i forgot to comment on this when i read it. it is kind of creepy but in a good way.
also, an actual one??? in your room???? are you gonna take lessons?????
p.s. my verification is reted. as in to ted again. HA
edward cullen? edward cullen campaigning against litter?
edward cullen? whosawhatsit?
i don't understand annie's possible reference, but this is good nonetheless, in a fairly creepy way.
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