

I call it... Wolverinei stare at your photographs and how your face is... not so smooth lines from ear to ear and your jaw, such fucking perfection so gracefully placed beneath cheekbones of steel, cold and glistening not unlike the green of your eyes. those eyes made to capture, captivate helpless, heartless girls and wrap them tight 'round your finger with sheets; tangled twisted panic but BLISS in the most merciless pity fuck, laced with cyanide and lost in the last bitter drops of sweat.I call it... Wolverine
the purest pleasure, all mine.


i only tried to warn you.for the last time, i am trying, prying empty words from fingers devoid of creativity.i only tried to warn you.
you make me SICK simply ILL with sanguine smiles; you try TOO fucking hard... you push it too much.
brass knuckles, cracked bl


completely miserable.when you're sound asleep and dreaming of her mystery eyes, please know i'm awake in bed, closetocomatose, watching numbers pass on the clock and wishing i could only rip yours from my memory.completely miserable.
and despite my ache for colorless thought, less you, more anything else, you'll haunt me until i'm drained enough to slip into somethinglikesleep.
but not quite so... you close your eyes and sleep to dream, but i can't have those pleasantries. instead i'm torn, hanging from my halo, somewhere between halfway living and halfway l


untitled.suicide is love's only closest comfort. closest comfort i can't even find in my own home. helpmehelpmehelpme. white lights and shadows of doorknobs, they scare me. pleaseit'sdarki'mscared. stars can't light this, this pitch black room and walls have never favored me. helpmehelpme. the walls. they're. closing. in.untitled.
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See,my Sanyo video player is user friendly on screen.
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