To kill a drug whore

[XcinderboyX]

To kill a drug whore


The Ghost of a bullet wound
Lodged in her breastbone
Those beautiful words in that helpless tone
“Please don’t”
Who could resist her?
Who could resist it?
Even if it meant the rest of my life eating shit
Rest assured id still of done it

Living in the wounds of the world
Beautiful landscapes
Corrosive in there radiance in there beauty
To make her suffer was my duty

She was a junk cutter anyway
From one scene to the next
Living life with a noose round her neck
The intravenous way

It’s always the pretty ones who slip
It’s never direct
Just subtle requests as they try to be vain
“No not my face shoot from the hip”
Its not want of doing
It’s the pride from it
A gratification, carnal in its deliberation never vacant in its indignation
The feeling achieved?.... like prolonged masturbation
Always followed by cold fornication!

You can tell by there fingers
If there soft to the touch
There’s no want of living they’ve never achieved very much
You could tell by her mannerisms a defiant heart!!!
Bundled up in plastic bags sitting outside existence
She was dead from the start

[Misanthropy]

the rhyme scheme, poor grammar and excessive punctuation makes my brain bleed. sorry.

[matt]

so, did you ever end up savagely butchering this drug whore or what?

[XcinderboyX]

Originally Posted by maTT

so, did you ever end up savagely butchering this drug whore or what?

I couldnt beacuse she never existed enough she was just short of breathing when destiny said no your never going to amount to anything so you will die from the moment u leave the womb.(thats a no)

[All_in_black]

That's kinda emo

[xdavidx]

Originally Posted by All_in_black

That's kinda emo

Measure me in metered lines, in one decisive stare,
the time it takes to get from here to there.
My ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes I got for free;
I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely.
I am so much better than I used to be.
Terrified of telephones and shopping mall,
and knives, and drowning in the pools of over lives.
Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony.
Get clobbered on by courtesy, in love with love, and lousy poetry.
And I'm leaning on a broken fence between Past and Present tense.
And I'm losing all these stupid games that I swore I'd never play.
And it almost feels okay.
Circumnavigate this body of wonder and uncertainty.
Armed with every previous failure, and amateur cartography,
I breathe in deep before I spread these maps out on my bedroom floor.
Leaving. Wave goodbye.
Losing, but I'll try, with the last ways left, to remember.
Sing my imperfect offering.

no, that's emo.

[Misanthropy]

and about seven hundred million times better than anyone on this forum will ever write, ever. <3 weakerthans

[: : Scott : :]

i wanna make up some thesaurus style emo!!!1


an artificial state of pseudo sanctity
though undoubtedly convenient;
can hold no sense of subsistence nor sanctity
a breath wasted. perpetuating cliches,
an indulgence so desperate and teenage.

can you discriminate between the invention...
that which allows us to perpetuate our lucid, logical nature,
and the irrefutable truth
that cannot endure the realness of daylight?

conception, that must suffer the virulence of their judgment.



OMG I AM SO EEEMMMOOO!!!!!!

[Misanthropy]

Originally Posted by paperbitch

a breath wasted. perpetuating cliches,

how true

[: : Scott : :]

i am indeed very profound.

[xdavidx]

Originally Posted by Misanthropy

and about seven hundred million times better than anyone on this forum will ever write, ever. <3 weakerthans

amen.

[Flaming Toilet Bag]

*whistles*