Life is like drinking crushed razorblades topped with glass
And I am on my second cup.
Everything is shades of gray
No color, no life
Even an orgasm is me being sucked dry, made hollow
Drained and empty yet in bliss
Like my Soul...
I wear the black and paint my face
To save the mortician the trouble
I hate my life
I hate this place
The red pouring from my arm is the only color I can bring
The Nothingness, the void, Darkness on the wing
I cut myself, I cry black tears
I dress in chains, I dress in rips
I post on Gaia
For my Ego Trips
Life is drinking broken razorblades topped with Glass
I am on my second cup, sitting on my a**
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I stand behind these bushes
Gazing down into shallow eyes
Black lips caress me
A pierce tongue tickles me.
The moment so fleeting, one could almost cry
A gasp and I am released into warm nothing
She drains me dry
Sucking all that matters in me
Until I am empty
Like my soul
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