Tuesday | October 30, 2007

you pAY attention right now, to everything.
look through all thats personal,
find my thoughts, through whats not yours.
you fucker.

Posted by Georgia at 22:55:06 | Permanent Link | Comments (0) |

liar liar pants on fire,
your words, could make me choke.
beyond what you display to others,
is the hidden magic trick,
prestege, and what no one sees

im sick, so inately sick from all of
what you portray, like a sick painting,
you settle yourself on display,
oh look at you, and how you suffered.
oh look at you, youll love another.
grow up, blow away, within the wind
your emotions seem light, so dim,
and easily shattered.

you like being the victim?
id like to make you one, cut your skin
so deep, warm sticky fluid gashes from your
pathetic body. then you will have your reasons
to bitch, but until then,
youre nothing to me.