I woke up with some sort of plastic
taste in my mouth;

on my floor,
still drunk
from the night before,
next to some whore
who i swore
i never saw before.

she said hello, and i said
i dont know.

it might have been something like,
"where did you come from?"
"why do i feel so numb?"
"how did i succomb?"

must've been that look in her eyes
or maybe those beautiful lies
but, deep down it's all a pitiful disguise
and im evaporating into something i despise.

05/23/2007

Posted on 05/23/2007
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