This is my first time putting something I wrote on here. I wrote this yesterday at 1:36 AM. Enjoy. Stale Blooms May24th, 2004 Why do I let you keep crossing my mind how many times will you walk across my grave maybe these things take much more time but what happened to all the time that I gave I always knew that in the end you would just leave me for dead again. Seems you never had a problem before. Why do my dreams invite you in just so in sleep you never go away I would rather dream of you and him it wouldn't keep me so fucking awake I can feel the skin on the back of your neck yeah I remember the inside how could I forget The only thing between desperate fingers and warm blood is the skin I'd scratch open when we used to make love Yeah, and nothing ever changes would you wonder how I know I peeled your skin from under my nails and since then my nails won't grow So is this psychosomatic, I'm not skin and bones not to be melodramatic, but what if you were still alone So what the fuck am I to you now? Am I... the depressed freak with wants and needs well who needs sleep when we have drugs! Who gives a shit I still taste your spit can you taste my dick does it taste like love? Do I... smoke drugs all day here I'd rather stay when did I ever say that our love was lame? Well to forget is too late why forgive what I hate do I still masturbate to the sound of your name? Severing legs will keep the dirt at peace so do you think I finally got to sleep And if I did, whatever did I dream something enough to wake me up in a scream? Yeah, and nothing fucking changes would you ever wonder how I know The stale smell of sex still lingers but the stains washed out so long ago... PLEASE NO HATE MAIL.
