crumbling patience and a burning desire to start shit

pity.....



are you thinkin i'm pulling for it and dont see it in me?

Listen people i aint shooting for more
there's the door
here's the score
fuck off and don't think that it's friendly

days and nights dreams and frights an di'm dying for fighting don't you fucking dare give me an excuse to ignite because i've broken that light
watch me and i blow this knife
fuck life.........mine and the world's
don't bother me with ptolemy, according to myself i should be dying, right?

RIGHT!?

tanked profusely but
don't call me sober loosely
every string in that web has them crying to me or in directionless vectors you spin encroaching on fields of mines in my bleeding mind of fucked up kinds while i lay on the floor smiling bleeding lines of..

"EXPLITIVE EXPLITIVE who's on the floor...
fuck you here!
...i am and im dying for more" oh don't accuse me of crying for pity when they're humping my finger while im fucking this city with a chainsaw

i watch you listen to the screams
"no!, No!" you're the one toe tagging these fuckers while i'm again bleeding for more

.....oh....so wasted.......



so....to come to me with this, that, who's fuckin the tame...you too are standing in a pile of shit hearts and brains



oops. was all this a hint?

...no

does all this point to a split?



...no



all this says is i'm a drunken bitch

"ho"



....whatever, all i know is i've gotten a bit too slow



stop looking at me..........idiot