I took my scissors this morning..
i dug deep..
I think im still mourning..
the mountain of success is to steep.
I love the way it feels..
when the sensations burn through my skin..
this poem is about my lips, wich are sealed..
if you can read this.. than you win!
I feel the need to take the blame..
i have the need for lust..
My life is full of pain..
So goodbye for now..
i leave you with that..
i feel so much better now..
But still feel like crap.