now i heard you were lookin’ for treat
somethin’ sweet from the Sugary Shakedown Sea
Like a dream, it’s right here in my tree
it’s so sweet, it’ll rot right through your teeth.
look close, don’t miss what you’re lookin for
I’ve got it, i’ve got it just for you
are you down? are you down to walk with me?
down, down, for blisters on your feet?
it’s sundown and the moon is getting high,
the sun bleeds and it gives way to the night.
tell me baby, are you feelin’ all right?
Are you down? Are you down enough to be
a freaky actor in a far out movie scene?
with a far out Movie Queen?
it’s been awhile. this strange transitional period has taken hold of any ideas i’ve held dear; any ideas i’ve had of leaving.
i have lost two children that I never had to begin with. not sure why i miss them, or why i even think i care
…anyone else would say i didn’t. i could not live that lie
i could not act it out, and pretend it would all be okay. i am in no state of mind to handle someone else’s plights
no f u c k i n g state of mind
i won’t pretend that i can do that. play fucking house at twenty years old
I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW ANYONE CAN KID THEMSELVES OR ACT LIKE IT’D BE RIGHT FOR ANYONE ELSE TO ACT LIKE THEY COULD SUDDENLY SWALLOW THEIR SHAME AND RISE TO THE OCCASION
WHO THE FUCK DID THAT FOR YOU?
maybe i’m just going crazy. maybe i’m just sick
i’ll never act like the act of murder never scarred me. like religious crosses never weighed heavy on my back. but i bear no shame in having a choice
and let me just say this: it. was. my. choice.
not yours. god, no
you are a piece of work; and not one that I personally will have anything to do with.
not sure why i’ve decided that tonight is the right time to say anything about this
maybe it’s because i realized that i care a whole lot more about the people i make impressions on, over the people i leave behind to rot.
god, these men disgust me
and these women are no better
I made a deal with the devil
that I’d stay away from him
so far he couldn’t find me
so I couldn’t hurt him, then.
he said I only remind him
of his wife that has long died
the one who ripped his heart out
his beloved, evil bride.
He said I look just like the bitch,
blood red lips and all,
we even share the same birthmark,
about the same feet tall.
Lucifer kept on sulking,
cried for his lack of heart,
he cried and cried for the pain she caused
that tore his life apart.
She always left him hanging,
never came home on time,
he said he saw the same hostility
in her eyes, he saw in mine.
So he told me to stay away,
to keep my distance for good,
and it was then I recieved my ticket
into the “better” neighborhood.
So now I sit in heaven,
to spare the devil pain,
but now it is I who is hurting,
for we will never meet again.
We’ve spent five years together in total.
This is my man, and I am his lady.
This was one of those days where all we did was lie around in comfy clothes smoking pot and watching nature shows on TV. Just another weekday