Saturday, June 13, 2009


I think I loathe you. How you kiss me deeply but won't take me inside. You're free to do what you will but all you seem to accomplish is strapping me into an electric chair and whispering "Never leave." The weight of a dozen pythons are wrapped around the neck of my conscience when I tell you to fuck off. But tonight I'm setting them free, slithering straight to the question mark that is your heart.

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