June 8, 2010

the plane i was supposed to be on crashes and burnt into ashes.

yesterday i powdered your face so you wouldn't look so sad when you're blue.

but may i ask,
am i to loud for you?

how can you let him sleep in our bed?

i am the wind, 
flowing through the enemies,
of my kind.

as i walk these streets, 
i'll destroy the eyes and ears of these passers by.

take a look outside your window,
do you see a floating spaceship?

take a walk outside,
breath in all the pollution,
exhale the loathe and all.

please,
come and sit on my wall.

bitch, 
you did me so wrong.

remember when you were so drunk,
and you threw up on her?
it was funny,
wasn't it?
let's go for a movie.
we might end up in bed together later.

now breathe,
bitch.
breathe.

- he says.