deadpie
June 2nd, 2010, 09:47 PM
Usual warning here. This is a poem i wrote bout' a year ago when I was with my ex girlfriend. I edited it up to make it better though.
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She bled and was soaking wet
Strangled dead but still holding a lit cigarette
It was the night she binged
At a support group working on her 5th step
Wrote a long goodbye and sang a lullaby
The rope squeezing on her neck until she died
We worked in the depression business
High sales and jumping off hills
Hospital bills and loads of pills
Bottle of jack followed up by my diabetic seizures and you're heart attacks
I know I've found the whore of my dreams
Because happiness is taking the pain away
Or in other words your father called it Novocaine
Shut the fuck up and i'm sorry
Please die - we're more than friends
Take your fucking life and we can share it
You son of a bitch I love you
I hope you kill yourself because you're so pretty
You're a whore - I hope we get married and have children
It's like kerosene dripping on my body
The gasoline all over the bed sheets
The match I place between my teeth
And pull it out to hear you scream
This is what you wanted, wasn't it?
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She bled and was soaking wet
Strangled dead but still holding a lit cigarette
It was the night she binged
At a support group working on her 5th step
Wrote a long goodbye and sang a lullaby
The rope squeezing on her neck until she died
We worked in the depression business
High sales and jumping off hills
Hospital bills and loads of pills
Bottle of jack followed up by my diabetic seizures and you're heart attacks
I know I've found the whore of my dreams
Because happiness is taking the pain away
Or in other words your father called it Novocaine
Shut the fuck up and i'm sorry
Please die - we're more than friends
Take your fucking life and we can share it
You son of a bitch I love you
I hope you kill yourself because you're so pretty
You're a whore - I hope we get married and have children
It's like kerosene dripping on my body
The gasoline all over the bed sheets
The match I place between my teeth
And pull it out to hear you scream
This is what you wanted, wasn't it?