Mrs.Sweeny Todd's Blog
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| new poetry for the sex mind |
im trapped
im trapped in a grocery bag like bubble pressed against my face
i cant breathe
i keep running and running but i keep tripping and tripping
on the rubble and the drugs
does any body see how your suffocating me
i let the fireworks go off a long time ago
i cried and moaned and let the smoke blow
put a pillow on my face and cut off the oxygen to my brain
as i have simplistic thoughts running naked in public
its something not forbidden but looked down on and frowned upon
but how come all the pain i get comes not from my own-self
but the pedestal you hold me up against
or like book on a shelf
sulking in its solitude
you lit the candles and set the mood
inviting a murderer into my house
i guess i kill myself but letting you always come back again
and let you leave the blood on my blouse | |
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| kinda shitty love |
Love stabbed me in the heart
and than trapped me with a cage
it bledened through me like a dart
i have so much rage
for the one that took my heart
ran with it too
and all the dark woods
remind me of you
i keep running out to get out of ur trap
but i keep on doing relaps
ur love is a circle
that i cant find an end
and its running me crazy
but thats you u being my baby
ur love hurts
but i dont know any other kind
than the one that pains my mind | |
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| Dear bloggiedblog |
dear blog,
today my friend totally ed me fdjbhfs hfjbfjjhbjh,fbgnmbbn,f bnf
i want to kill her with 3 varieties of knifes
one kind of dull so it hurts
2 really sharp for a nice cut
and a bazooka to blow her head
ive never been more out raged
well maybe but i never had to right
or speak abuot it | |
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| do u even get me |
im soo confused one second im happy
the next im sad
i wanna be mad
but who at i do not know
people tell me to go with the flow
i want go out and do my own thing
all i wanna do is dance and sing
i have a passion that know one nows
it drips off of me
from my head to my toes
i wish i new if people really cared
but what then
life wood be fair | |
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