3 November 2012
Sick To her stomach, Sick of me, Sick of my love, The ordinary.
Torment. Hatred. Drown in me. Love is, Sacred, Apathy.
Fucked up heart, In a fucked up chest, Fucked up kid, Put down to rest.
My love, Wasted. Look down on me. Kisses, Tasted, Condescending.
Words, I make no sense. Fucked up, Caught in a mess.
She loves you! No she doesnt! Shut up! No you shut up! Make me, Shake me, Take me, Break me, Into, In two, N 2.
And lets just have a nice evening together, no?
Train Of Thought • Opuss № I