cut me like paper and tear me from the page.
until the ink bleeds through
i used to be a page in your book
but now i'm the ash in your ashtray
you smoked me like a cigarette
until i burned out
and become mere trash on the roadside
one year and several months
burned away
i was that picture on your wall
now i'm just a broken frame
you picked me off like a scab
and the blood just keeps coming
and became memory
this is my last wish
to be destroyed in a fit
of self destruction
burning like gasoline on water
it's either burn or drown
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