Comfortable_Liar

The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst
2003-05-19 01:08:49 (UTC)

a poem

Sadness emerges from beneath the bright
Never knowing if this is what's right
These tears have no reason to claim my life
Always better than laughter but not than strife
Carve these holes in my liquid soul
I feel no pain though my fingers are cold
That bitch called existence kicked me in the shin
She causes my only feeling within
Her father was born with the name Bernard
And he fucked and he fucked her so god damn hard
She cried until her fingernails bled
Never stop trying to get the picture from your head
When first you think she's a bitch for that kick
Always remember your daddy's a dick

yeah...




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