aging.he wasn't a killer. he just thought of it too much. his brain was dying, his arms were stiff. he has cold chills stabbing his back.aging.
when hes dead, there is no remorse.
he lifts his hand and slowly rubs his tumor.
he won't stop for fear it will get bigger.
open your mouth and look down my throat, dive into me and kill the killer within me. i want the pain to stop, i want to see.
his attention span lowers, his hearing is so sensitive its terrifying.
he loses taste and his eyesight vanishes.
his grandchildren look at him in his dark, grey recliner, riddled with cigarette bu
colorsgrow in me and i want you.colors
help me out and i'll keep you.
she is me and i am who?
i am red, she is blue.
shes for me, but i can't have her.
always come to the same conclusion.
self sacrifice the best ideas.
don't give anything a chance.
if there is a chance, that is.
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Buckets kill more kids than guns do. Ban all buckets now! Bring Rubbermaid to justice
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A beautiful moment should never remain untouched =]
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