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Kiss Your Vanity Goodbye.
Contributed by
amber_vonHorror
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Sunday, 29th June 2008 @ 08:42:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Wake, my collarbones they ache
Sleeping on my wrists . Blood stains the pillow
Cant remember from where. Razorblade or Needle
Vodka bottle or butcher knife.
They feel warmer then hands on a cold winters night
When my lips are dry. I sucked that bottle clean
Someones clothes beside me, I’ll go to heaven
I couldnt give a ***** about vanity
If i shower i’ll only get dirty again.
***** it, the closet looks a good place to cry behind
Go try and sort out the mess that is my mind
For about the thousanth time. What do you know?
Theres another line
Snort some more chemicals into my head
Jesus. Why the hell arent I dead.
But see
I couldnt live without them. Who am I without them?
Nothing.
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Re: Kiss Your Vanity Goodbye.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 30th June 2008 @ 11:14:09 AM AEST (User
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i love this with monsteres power it evoked my emotional blood flowing to the tremoring in the soul where truth waxes for us. |
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