It's a gloomy sunday afternoon and I'm rotting to death without you.
It's a gloomy sunday afternooon
and I'm rotting to death without you
5:06 AM,
Aug 4, 2009

I stare at my naked thighs,
and i tink to myself,"What happened when i have a knife and cut my thighs".
Will it be like the pigs,
blood come gushing out
fats come oozing out.
Or will it be like the chickens,
blood come dripping down
Drip,Drip,Drip.
Most importantly, will i die
I guess i just have to try
and see the answer myself