and ill take my last breathe under the pressure of your lungs ill take a spill in your blood under terror of love under the melody of hate because of pain inside a slit wrist inside the escape of a pill bottle or the drowned sorrows in the empty vodka bottle im never coming back the surface ill drown in this empty forever this empty eternity i embody i cant keep living something that dosnt want to be lived i cant put this down on paper anymore instead i think ill write it on my wrists
Amazing,especially the last lines "i cant put this down on paper anymore instead i think ill write it on my wrists"
And you'll keep writing it and re-writing it for all of blessed eternity, an everlasting tragedy, until "you" are slain and GOD remains; an effervescent, all-encompassing motherfuck. To the Pure Observer, Tragedy is just as Beautiful as Comedy. They are, indeed, the very same. When one learns to observe one's self, One ceases to view life as something to be thrown aside. Best of luck, and fortune, to you.
