sore throat

A sore fukken throat
sick twisted mind
a brain perfumed by acid
and a heart...
poisoned with alcohol
thats me personified
paranoia into the bones
sometimes i like it
but when the sun goes up
i cant fucking take it anymore
all i really want is you
but soon i could say
all i really wanted was you
cuz tonight
when i look at the moon
im gonna complete
my final mission
here on earth
just to save you
from me

oktober 2007

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