Read It And Weap

I've got to spill my fucking guts somewhere,
it might as well be here.

If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Sunday, August 15, 2010

You Are Your Enemy

Scream me a love song,
make my ears bleed.
Scream me a love song,
and promise not to leave.
Make me need you,
then tare me apart,
tell me you love me,
then break my heart.
Fuck with my head,
play with my mind,
leave me questioning life,
and wanting to die.
Leave me kicking and screaming,
crying and bleeding.
Make me resort to things I've never done,
leave me afraid of myself and who I've become.

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