heart and helpless hands. - and the odds.. all seem stacked.
Nov. 10th, 2004 03:24 pm heart and helpless hands.
i want to dream of anything but my twisted childhood days filled with horrid names flung at me like daggers. the sharpened points of his words ring out even now, with many rooms and towns keeping his seething anger from me i shiver and shake, my sweat chills this fetid skin his venomous words dripping like water from my fingers little whore fucking bitch. how deep can i take these lies into myself before my insides rot 'til they are my outsides steaming hate cooks me evenly like a roast dreaming of oceans of salty, soft water and no more abuse assaulting eardrums heart and helpless hands.
Current Mood: gloomy Current Music: Lhasa, "Los Besos"