Sunday, November 21
Nov. 21 Sun.
"Sick and tired of this world,
There's no more air..
Trippin over myself,
Going nowhere..
Waiting,
Suffocating,
No direction,
I took a dive.." -On The Way Down
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I leaned back, closed my eyes, and clamped my cold mouth over his warm lips without a second thought.
I drank the poison of his breath, and choked as he roughly licked the inside of my throat.
I knew my life would waste away and be snatched by the cruel winds, just like the ebony-grey filaments of saliva that dripped from his ivory lips..
And yet I leaned into him, for the bitch deserved to suffer and die.
Ah..
The spicy sweet kiss of Instant Gratification.
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I have my reds..
I have my pretty royal blue burny-burny..
I dont need you.
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