My heart beats out of time to the rest of my body.
and how could that word blank out above all others? it completes the sentence after all, only the best. CLASSDISMISSED.
I can't write poetry anymore because my mind wanders. IT FADES useless gun cocked and shoved down girls' throats. splatter. blood and guts aren't so bad it's just the principle of the matter.
"so desperate. so sure. so desperate. so clean."
my MISERY. my DESIRE. my LOVE. my PAIN. my CONTENTMENT. my RAGE.
MY misery. MY desire. MY love. MY pain. MY contentment. MY rage.
the stress changes the meaning.
"you boys will grow up to rape" (tntllu whenever).
SPIT OUT THE WORDS LIKE YOU ACTUALLY MEANT IT. I mean nothing and i heard you baby I heard you it doesn't mean I'm listening.
I will not be bodyfucked and mindfucked and soulfucked like you do to everyone else that exists. scooters, vacation, fall? as though the words go together. the song goes throught movements as such. I can't explain my rage only that it's animalistic.
I REFUSE! But I have to. But I refuse. But I have to. But I refuse. BUT I HAVE TO!
Oh decisions. Who can ever make them?
