Saturday, August 07, 2004
I'm feeling like a Gothic Poet tonight
The lingering smell of death
lingers upon me
like a lingering snake
I cannot sell my soul to the Devil
For like this picture
It is fake
My body is numb
And thus is my soul
I think it was the novocaine
But I cannot be sure
But one thing is certain
My spirit is broken
Into a million pieces afore
Since I read Michelle Tratchtenberg was dating Shawn Ashmore
The pain of life
Is balanced by the pain of death
But nothing will ever ease
the pain in my ass
I have cut myself a million times
I have endured a thousand pains
I bled myself in a hundred places
But some were by accident
The end is near
Much nearier than you think
But fear not
for it is not the end of life
Only the end of this post.
G-Sus invoked God's wrath at 06:13 am
