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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better
than i ever did
knowing life is a scab, a crusty, bloody seal of a wound. and wanting so much to pick at.
Sad Poems
by the alcoholic poet.
drink up...
used on April 3, 2004
Days Of The New Solitude lyrics
' You are plain insane/inside you live
Tonight/afraid the pain will give
Don't you want to feel
Death
has done your part
You chose not to feel
You've won a lonely heart
The devil opens his eyes
He breathes right into your face
If you like
the smell
You'll really like this place
You'll really like this place
Are you ready to shake
Don't be afraid of the snake
The will to negotiate
You are you/get used to it/open
The same don't appeal/but it will/you
are you
Live to live
to die inside you will
Anticipate solitude
Follow me back home
No other place to go
No need to smile or get
stoned
you'll always be alone
You'll always be alone
your body stripped
down to the bone
No breath to scream out or moan
No freedom nowhere to
run
Solitude '
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sometimes
i think it would be nice to be fragile. then maybe once in a while someone would
be gentle
i feel so lost, especially when the sun shines, that
it accentuates how dark, how dark is my life.