black cloud creative
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I'm screaming for attention with dirty skin and my socks are sticking to my feet. I'm glued here in silence in a picture postcard pinned to the inside of your eyelids.
That image of me is much more satisfying, much less of the bitter sting. It leaves no sour taste.
Let me sleep net to your body with the lights on so the world knows I'm not alone. Then draw the shades because I know that you're ashamed of what you've done...
you're all the same.
This life is a traveling act, an illusion of a boy with both hands gripping a love stained suicide pact.
My guilty pleasure is writing up suicide notes and mailing them to my family and friends. Just to see the reaction that I get. Which one hits the hardest like a brick to the chest? Which one gets the next best girl to take off her dress? Which one never gets sent but carved instead inside a heart in oak? Signed sincerely "YOU&ME"
I've got a sick sick thing for that girl
it busts me up more and more every day
So ill save face by throwing punches at the world
I'll hurt myself a thousand times if it means you'll shed no more tears
I'll take it on the chin
baby its my cross to bear
cause I've been beat up
and walked on
but I've done my share
baby its my cross to bare
so don't miss me
glad you didn't kiss me
cause I'm just skinned knees
and holes in my blue jeans
it'll make things harder
so baby dont bother,
wasting all your sweet tears
on this sick mistake
and red hot nightmares
sweetheart its my cross to bare