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breaking down

blood and rain

in blocked bathroom stalls

tears and water

a nervous angel’s last calls

blades and beds

numbed-down in narcotics

raw and regrets

jaded of existing semantics

lost and lusting

for tempted taste of demise

scarred and sorry

all these promises were lies.

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love notes in a dirty bathroom stall

For people like you
There is no such thing as an early grave
You wanted to gut my dreams until I was empty
And show everyone my remains…

~*~

i’m pissed off.

i ended up locking

myself inside

to avoid your fit

under cyanide

oh, you and your

showoff machines

always ruining

me and my sleep

if i knew any better

but no, i don’t

i’d say you’re such

a control freak

face the crowds

on the clogged sink

the mirror foggy

like how you think

let’s take this

under the water

drown me in words

i feel much better

you’ve got the nerve

to bitch about all

this shit, fine, let’s

all go from there

but if appearances

were to decide

you’re a tramp by

what you wear

clean up your act

please, clean up

your filthy mouth

accuse me of

running when

you’re lucked out

’cause you’re such a

hothead, you’ll

impose instant war

on anyone who

dares touch your line

and i’m the general

i’m camped out

you got one shot

make it worthwhile

slam me on the

tiles, as worthless

and just as vile

so shoot me with

your guns, shoot me

for fucking real

i may be the one

with bulletholes but

at least i don’t

have to get up to deal

with the bloodless

games of one fuckless

foot-slipping rabbit

’cause i may not be worth it

and you can heave on my

porcelain pink toilet

but i just don’t have the time

for any of your bullshit.

~*~

And after everything you put me through
I should have fucking pissed on you!
Thank you.

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metal & skin (xv.)

hands trembling as i’m

standing silently in the

locked bathroom stall

fists clenched and slam

bruised, with tiles loose

my eyes never waver as

i have a staring contest

with the grinning razor

but i have a bad feeling

that i’m about to lose.

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