.Here we are in finale mode With pretty things spread around and I just want to destroy you Tear your disgusting blood from disgusting skin from disgusting flesh..
You don't, never, could, understand shit My CCTV is coming through strong and I see you, from my electronic crypt.
I want to watch you, I really fucking do. But you're a terrible person, you know nothing, you never did, ever. and you're watching me
I hope you get the message, I really do. Because tomorrow is a new day and i will have changed, adapted to life and you will sta
A Poem For LoversReturn to me, holding golden ales and red wine spirits.A Poem For Lovers
Lay your cut bruises down to rest, and I will show you compassion. Come to me with a whores kiss, and the devils spawn inside, Lay your poetry for all to see, and I will show you malicion.
Egotism.I find myself mindlessly throwing away thousands of memories with the destruction of sheaves of torn paper and pretty, intricate, detailed shit. I read and savor every last syllable, every drug-fuelled letter and am left hopeless. So few of what I wrote would I wish to show people, because no one could really understand, including myself. Egotism drips like cold blood from a murderer’s cleaver out onto my mind.Egotism.
I remember writing a lot of it, and concocting my fantasies of freedom, of making a free world. Making it a better place, but in the end I was just searching to be happy. We all do what we can to be happy. Now I am h
Raped(Quiet) Welcome to my mind.Raped
(Enter music)
This is the beginning. There will be no catharsis. The rain is cold. And my weetabix wrong.
Make believe soceity, no exist. Bad lives and true lies. Bend over, (Normal voice) take off your knickers Your mine for tonight.
Meet the skulls of ghosts, That met Martin King. And told him he was wrong. Soceity died, do not fight.
Black men, white child, Open legs, open heart, broken bones, baseball bat. Soceity doesn't exist,
Make believe soceity no exist. &nbs
Heaven or Hell?A smoke-filled bar-room with a stench of sin Where the soulless go to drench their thoughts in gin Do you see it as a palace or a seedy shell? 'Cause one man's Heaven is another man's Hell.Heaven or Hell?
A scrap-book bedroom with the walls blacked out With the door jammed shut so they can't hear you shout A place for an artist or a junkie to dwell? Yup; one man's Heaven is another man's Hell
A lonely pavement drips with midnight damp And a melancholy light from a tired street-lamp Do your knees start to tremble or your heart start to swell? This is one man's Heaven
GuitaristYou Never Left MeMy physical appearance is now some what deceiving, apparently I have now 'recovered', because my exterior being is some what 'normal' again; the ignorance of some people.You Never Left Me
it's always going to be there, in the back of my mind. I hate that.
Those voices return, one by one. Those same voices which would make you run to the toilet after every meal, and remain there until your body was too weak to find even the slightest speck of strength to hold your head above water. It's exactly the same thoughts as before, exactly the same feelings, except this time I’m stuck. Stuck in this continuing grotesque body, which only
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.
He’s made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. It’s the wind, it’s the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight
Devious Journal Entry
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For The Love Of God
Where are you?
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M5
I'm coming back but I'm mainly completing half-written things and the similar because I can't think of new concepts.
I'm tossing a few around for your ideas though.
Thank you so much for the fave!
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www.kathrynjeanes.com
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take care....drive safely
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Surgically removed myself from myself with 83% success
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M5
Give me a storyline.
My boyfriend creeps your DA.
I creep your boyfriend.
He has nice curtains.
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