Friday, May 12, 2006

you fucking fucker.

All the tears
All the red flesh ribbons hanging from me
All the blurry eyes
All the shaking hands and my false self embrace.
Remind me I will fucking die a life of piss
You son of a bitch
You goddamn fucking shit
I will not me missed.

I held close to my head a fist of my own
crushed all the tiny spider thoughts inside me
Nothing felt better than when I cried out louder.
About death tasting perfect when it is your own.