Thursday, February 27, 2014

To The Gutter

Rabid jealousy death bed keeps hammering the laughing knives deep into my cold and breaking heart. Feeling disheveled and I’m drowning in my feelings as they quickly become unharnessed.
Raging insomniac I get covered in my own vitriol ~ gnawing psychotic thinking about killing through the mocking night.

I wanna destroy the world
but you mean the world to me.

Endless love falls to the gutter.


- Victor Millan

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