--- BAD POETRY
TYPE PROSE ---
This time I'm writing for you
Did you notice? Did you notice the
question?
I want it to be a velvety experience.
First you cut off your fingers and then you bleed.
play.
pay.
or almost anything.
He wasn't that bad, believe me,
besides luck is not something god put in
for me.
Star. for example, venus. venus in furs.
I just never mean to say this.........
i hope it hurts
hope i’m not the only one
Black.
Like a black on my back.
it hurts.
all i care.
care
care
I'm feeling so stupid. but they don’t give
me that privilage cause it’s an excuse. no turn... no turning back.
So I’ll just tell them I was drunk
I was high
I was young
I didn’t know what to do
They don’t believe me when I tell them
They won’t understand
The the size of my unintelligence
maybe i could try and
disappear into
the forwards direction
tomorrow
my head won’t even dare to come with me.
-the fragile/ 2001-