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Skanks and ho'sSkanks and ho's, what I don't wantWo to you my friends and fo'sAll I get from you is ho'sI don't need me a ho'I need a dameSo please stop actingso god damn lameI need a femalein fact a girlOne who'll make mewhimper and curlNest me upinto her lapand use her fingersin a gentle tapAll over my aching backand also, don't make hera lass with a giant rackGive me an angelso sweet and purethat'll be to my flawsso innocent a cureWhat do I wantwith this wishlisttalk?Actuall I'm happyas long as the girl can walkNow I've sung you my songI've read you my rhymeNow fullfill my wishesbefore I hit the gongor end up like the socwho we massacred in Hong Kongby Sjur "$murf" Vaage, dec 11th 2k6
HeartfeelingsIt cameswift and fastleft meneverstayed foreversometimespainother timesrainRain ofhappinesSuddenlyit went awaymy life stoppedgone, goneLost
I want to be an emoAnd nowThe pain that surges inside meIt's always thereBut why in me?Why am I the one to hurtThe one to cut my self to scarsOn skin and mind and puking up some healthy barsI cut and cut, the pain won't comeMy senses like my nerves is goneCut off from the rest of my bodyLike the blade that cut it's name on meI think the name was CodyCold as a fish, hard as a stoneThat's how I became when I was left all alone
A random feeling a random dayPainstabbingsurgingthrough myveinsFeelingburnshurtinglikehellWishsinceretruefordeath