Monday, December 24, 2007
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Thursday, December 13, 2007
Don't Tell Me About Your Secrets
Don't tell me about your secrets
Don't tell me about your lies
Keep them to yourself
You need to
Because you don't realise
The way you are
What you do
Emptiness where words should be
An instituion of destitution
Thriving in your mouth
My punctured fingers
Are toughened now
Unpinned
Detached from the barbs
That spike out from your mind
And pinion each and every word
That was meant to be heard.
Don't tell me about your lies
Keep them to yourself
You need to
Because you don't realise
The way you are
What you do
Emptiness where words should be
An instituion of destitution
Thriving in your mouth
My punctured fingers
Are toughened now
Unpinned
Detached from the barbs
That spike out from your mind
And pinion each and every word
That was meant to be heard.
This World Is Not Respectful
This world is not respectful.
She is rude, reckless.
Unforgiving all these years.
But when she sleeps she dreams
And when she dreams,
She betrays herself...
I know she wants to love me then.
She is rude, reckless.
Unforgiving all these years.
But when she sleeps she dreams
And when she dreams,
She betrays herself...
I know she wants to love me then.
My Plump Love Bump
Red and plump,
A little love bump,
Curled up in my palm.
Safe, warm and sweaty,
Like a piece of thin spaghetti.
Take it in your hand,
I don't want it anymore.
I used to love it very much,
...now it's all a fcking bore.
My plump love bump's gone black,
And shrivelled like a snot,
I don't want it in my hand,
It's hurting me alot.
A little love bump,
Curled up in my palm.
Safe, warm and sweaty,
Like a piece of thin spaghetti.
Take it in your hand,
I don't want it anymore.
I used to love it very much,
...now it's all a fcking bore.
My plump love bump's gone black,
And shrivelled like a snot,
I don't want it in my hand,
It's hurting me alot.






















