The English Poems

Plastic Whore

 

Smoked to much crack to get high

Fuck my life, I wanna die

All my friends just dissapeared

Why do the run away in fear?

 

I’d sell my soul for a cheap fuck

Maybe this will bring me luck

Cruising for a place to cum

You want that number one

 

YOU

 

Lost in a state of mind, no place to run to, no place to dissapear

The light I used to follow fades away, getting weaker every day

Lost my soul, my pride, my innosence,my everything,

And it’s you

You

I remember the good times, I can’t forget the bad

I remember your smile, can’t forget what you did

I feel so dirty, so used.

And it’s you

You

Give me the gun

I’ll blow me away

Free at last

No need to pray

And it’s you

You

 

 

 

Suicidal

 

I can’t live my life the way I used to

Everything’s so fucked up

Did to much cocaine

I have you to blame

 

My hand was shaking as i pulled the trigger

What did you do

She asked and shivered

 

 

 

Self reflection

 

My reflection in the mirror

Dirty

My hand takes a hit

Broken

The blood flows slowly

Pain

 

 

 

 

Images from my broken mind

 

Every time I feel pain I look away

All my feelings are turning gray

Standing on the egde looking down

Is it just water, or am I gonna drown?

Struggling to keep my head over

Am I drowning, am I sober?

Standing on the edge looking down

Steeping down

 

 

 

I am you

 

I'm giving

You're taking

I'm real

You're faking

I'm seven

You're six

I'm you

You're me

 

 

My little mermaid

 

I'll bleed for you my little mermaid

Taste me

Kill me

Heel me

Cure me

I'd kill for you my little mermaid

See for me

Cry for me

Live for me

Die for me

Feel my pain as I come closer

Taste the rain, my tears

I'd die for you my little mermaid

Take care of me

I'll cry for you my little mermaid

Hear me

Watch me

Remember me

I love you my little mermaid

 

 

 

Melankoli

 

This could last forever

I'm depressed and pleased

This could end right now

The razor blade within reach

Get out on the edge

Don't look down down

Pick up the knife

Don't cut yourself

Walking away

Sacrife your friends instead

Save your life

They're better of dead

 

-"Melankoli er gleden av å være sørgmodig"

 

 

 

 

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