Wednesday, January 11, 2012

I Confess Unto Ink and Lingerie




I was killing myself slowly
because quick and painless was never fun.

and if you knew me personally,
you'd kill me metaphorically.

I've got a temper
You've got a temperature
I've got a problem
You've got a probable cause

So throw your casket frame
into my everlasting flame
and we'll burn like the stars
so bright and so far
eventually.

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