I have never felt such frustration
Or lack of self control
I want you to kill me
And dig me under, I wanna live no more

One who doesnt care is one who shouldnt be
Ive tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me
For me

I want to taste dirty, stinging pistol
In my mouth, on my tongue
I want you to scrape me from the walls
And go crazy like youve made me

You, you are so special
You have the talent to
Make me feel like dirt
And you, you use your
Talent to dig me under
And cover me with dirt


~ by Fardark on 19/11/2009.

One Response to “Dirt.”

  1. Loathe to die leave me with a reply… National jeopardy at stake leave it on chain mail like 911 and some cake… We’re all at war and air raids still stand tall for an empire to fall or a outsider to say goddamn… Got no more energy going suicide bommers so tell me and radio wave base is it me a curse or a spell upon your ray cast with dismay.

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