5.18.2007

i resent that i don't have a choice

and somehow. i'm back to fucking square one.

i think i've been here before. a number of times.
you were such a help. i hope you get lost.
get lost in the mountains. get lost in the rain.
drift all you like. from the pacific to the artic.

i'm going out for a little drive. i hope its the last time you see me alive.
the needle won't go in. the plastered wrist bleeds.
the cerebral assassin strikes again. trying to asphyxiate you.
where is the blood? i've forgotten the pain.

i was your private dancer. i wanted to.
your own jester. in your court and palace.
i'm your dog. i'm your lapdog no more. bitch.
i tumbled like a clown. you laugh as you see me drown.
a million feelings under anaesthetic. i can't feel anything.
i don't want to. i'm going under. under cover.
call me sometime. i'd leave you feeling this way too.


fuck you. seriously. fuck you dominic.

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