still gone by Matthew Sharp its the air its not the same vomit the soul: purge emerge on the verge of absurdness every word of this god im so nervous im like the nerd of this shaking so bad cnt evn spel or type the keypad i feel used without kneepads maybe its the knife in my teeth getting in the way when i speak im on a streak where blood leaks like red ink stains thats what happened when i stepped on my brain maybe im a sadist and ive learned to love pain and hate things that seem to stay the same when daydreams seems the same things as nightmares whenever i stair into thin air i strip it all bare aware to the point where i just lose my fabric and f r e e z e 12/25/2008 Posted on 12/25/2008 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/25/08 at 11:09 PM fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. Actually, it's always a very distinct pleasure to take in your vicious, often darkly hysterical work. This was outstanding. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)