terms of endearment coated in the sarcasm of ice cold wit

good afternoon young hollywoood...

doll face your a fool if you believe the imagery
its as fake as the time i traced the welts in my hand
if it was true, trust me you would have no fucking idea
the beauty of not knowing what to say for yourself
with the regained breathing of swirling letters
and the regular heart beating of the dead straght lines


the epitimy of nail biting and swolen knuckles and eyes



[distortion in internet arrogance(your complaints make this worse)]
oh and watch thoose fucking fingers
sweetie you dont know the extent of the lies
the waters pouring over my reflection
ive lost before 3am cause im already shaking
my eyes not quite closing, loosing sight

just a wide eyed blackend dreamer
self contained in insecurities
tell me you still hear me scream
when i sing through misconceptions


you still hear me scream




i will not be posting in here for a while that was only extracts im closing things up and writing old school paper for now
adios
xo


oh and happy 100 ive made it this far