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plastic perfectionno, this can't be happening. I'm not another statistic. I'm not another name on tombstone or a carbon copy of your lithium barbie doll. I'm not not perfect, no. but I'm definitely not what you think I am. I am liquid velvet, and shattered mirrors. all the misunderstood beauty that no one get to see, since they are so preoccupied with football games and designer clothes. I am the cold that makes you shiver at night, and the spider web that hangs empty from your ceiling. I am broken down cars in vacant parking lots, and empty factories. But most of all, I am everything you are not.plastic perfection
by ~socialNAPALM
bittersweet, black + whiteI'll bleed my soul for you, only of a while. What good are pretty crimson lines if there is not a purpose for them? pretty crimson lines and pretty crimson tears, seeping into metallic thoughts and hopes of someday leaving this place. And the cold glass windows melt under our warm breath, and dust gathers on old toys and christmas ornaments decaying in the dark corners of the room. The candles are so melted that they've melted to the table, and broken bottles are glistening in the moonlight on the wood floor. How can something so beautiful be this dangerous? How can someone so frail be so, so strong? Maybe I'm wrong, but was that a smile?bittersweet, black + white
by ~socialNAPALM
l i n g e r in the doorwaythe only thing that has touched my lips these past few weeks is the warm steady breath coming from my warm throat and chapped lips. It's the kind of breath that leaves the windows foggy. the kind of breath you can draw pictures in on backseat windows. the kind of breath that warms my hands because i have nothing else to warm them with. no gloves, no pockets and of course not your hand I'm so used to holding on to for dear life.l i n g e r in the doorway
I'm suffocating in the bitter winter air and drowing in dirty, freezing, city snow. can't you see that I'm not breathing? can't you see my skin is icy and cold? can't you see me?
don't try to
by ~socialNAPALM
make me b.l.e.e.dScratch my skin off and make me bleed, sweet alkaline. I'm tired of this incipience, and I am tired of my transparency.make me b.l.e.e.d
Why do we all cry the same way, sweet alkaline? I'm just waiting for the starts to rot out of your eyes, and I'm tired of waiting for the shadows to leave my wall.
Sing me my requiem, sweet alkaline I'm tired of trying to see in the dark. Kill me, Kill me, Kill me, sweet alkaline I must have been alive for days. sweet, sweet alkaline
by ~socialNAPALM
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- Current Residence: the attic
- Interests: punkfuckingrock
- Favourite movie: Animal House-Empire Records-Edward Scissorhands-The Crow-Donnie Darko-Halloween-Requiem For Tomorrow
- Favourite band or musician: Smashing Pumpkins-The Sounds-The Adicts-AFI-Vice Squad-The Explosion-Subhumans-Crass- X-Ray Spex
- Favourite genre of music: hardcore punk-street punk-oi-riot grrrl-grunge
- Favourite artist: Jhonen Vasquez
- Favourite poet or writer: John Steinbeck, Charlotte Brontë, Anne Rice, Edgar Allan Poe, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
- Skin of choice: pale
- Favourite cartoon character: johnny the homicidal maniac
- Tools of the Trade: teenage angst?
- AIM: alex atomic
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