

Angles of your nooseRed roses as red as your blood. That you have no more, it rests upon the floor. The angles of the noose, scream for your broken back. There tears and wails and pain paint the golden skies black. Angles of your noose, cry shower upon showers. The sprinkle your blood, and just as dark flowers. Angles of the noose, weep where your body hangs. Where your love lost is still there, they can save it no more. Angles of your noose, return your love to lover. Still lost tough, above, your memories still hover.Angles of your noose


Ahh......Oh my goodness gracious. Why are you on the floor? Why cant you just leave? Get up and walk out the door?Ahh......
No, i suppose not. I suppose you cant. But, while your here, You can listen to my rant.
Shit, look at your self. Splayed Across the trash. You wont move will you? Sit and rot to ash?
Well, fucker, you better go somewhere. Cause i'm not gonna take you. Take you home with me, Or take back my heart you stole.
...bitch.
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If you want boobs, man, I support that. I support that like a bra.
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i'm too hopeless to become miss sunshine
and i'm too chicken to become an emo
i can only draw..
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