yes i have insecurities
and i love how a big woman is apt to take the whole thing
when you turn off the t.v. are its icons dancing in your head
beautifully bulemic reference points
its not about writing its about life and the people in it
and i love this world! i mourn my losses and move on
no black mass to stagnate my demeanor on its anchor like crucifixion
if i manage to crawl out of a hole
i take the time to fill it up again so no one else falls in
keep your iconoclasm!
i love the attention you get when they eat out of your hand
you eventually get bit by the lust to fill the hole of your own insecurities
before having the chance to climb out buried alive
i cant hear you....
but the bubbles coming out of the dirt are enough to make me cry
does the murmur appease the flock?
im hyper! i gotta go!