"You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories" -Stainslaw J. Lec
The Used "I'm a Fake"
Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife
UNKNOWN- I found out I was god today, because when i prayed i was talking to myself.
The Used "I'm a Fake"
Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife
UNKNOWN- I found out I was god today, because when i prayed i was talking to myself.
- Last seen on Jun 12 1:58 PM. Member since October 23, 2004.
- I'm a obsidian idea poet for 667 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "I am the toxicity, have i no cure?".
- I am a guy (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a sailor.
- I have 667 comments, 5 contests, 4 poems, 1 story, 3 philosophies
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you know i don't know what this is about it's been awhile so i decided to write14 lines, December 6, 2008
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I sit and stare
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I gaze at him from out side his windows, my heart races preparing for the struggle ahead. This all-star sports jock tormenting all these girls raping and scaring them half out751 lines, 10 comments, April 30, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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miss crimson on November 10, 2008why did you delete your other poems?
