Thursday, May 29, 2008

glamerous

and i wish i could stop the dripping of the basin sink
but i cant fuckin move my arms
a little pinch of blood fell out just as i jagged the syringe
i hit the vein but it has too many punctures
i could die. is this alive?

the line just looked so inviting
down my throat it burns i can taste the powder
acid based maybe. a sweet concoction
i had someone here about an hour ago
he dropped some and fell over
i think his heart stopped beating but its hard to tell these days

the world keeps moving
but my world has stopped
id rather waste time
killing the hours til my heart finally gives in
til my bloodstream finalyl decides to stop
my veins are turned to tissue
i cant even cry tear drops anymore
its just chemicals
wow
what have i gotten myself into
some awful mess

back to the chemist i go
the streets are blurry
i cant see. my eyes burn
i dont know if they are tearing up or just comign loose
cant even go to the doctor
without skeptic. hiding all the pills in the place
look at myself in the mirror
lovely red eyes. pale skin regrowth to my split ends
motherfucking glamerous

so this is reality?
give me another hit
im too far gone now

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