oh, the delicious torture of it all
revulsed reversion in the most extreme sense
left like a good girl
wanting to be a bad girl
waiting for a return to normalcy
escape escape escape
seemed like such a good idea at the time
never did i ponder
the alone times in the dark
where mind creeps up on body
and whispers sweet deadly nothings into my ears
you made your bed, girl
kiss yourself goodnight
Monday, July 07, 2008
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