and then i die. the stained razor blade upon the vein
the vein of deep red and knowing no one loves me
so cos no one loves me i shal kill myself.i shall overdose in self pity
i shall kill myself with false glee, with regret .
regret of the night before the red, that upon whom i laughed, i rip roared the selfish giggle.
i near pished my breeks as i laughed , more astute and never becomming
and the razor, reflective gleamed bright. in a remeberance of what COULD have been. what SHOULD have been.. and the scars shine bright upon the arms of the slayed person. The love NOT for me,, the shroud and the gourd of death.
and the I TOLD ya so,, as you stopped me from dying ! how dare you. !
now let me die.let me lay down and sleep forever. like a somnabulist !
a mogadon self pitying whinger. a tuinal headed per se fvcker.
let me die.
p.s wake me up before ya go-go !