Tuesday, March 30, 2010

If I catch fire, baby, my veins will
Water the flames away
...they're half dead anyway
The tops of broken needles swimming
through the synthetic blood
when God blessed me with life
It just wasn't enough.
It's so beautiful, my arm which sparkles with
Chemicals
Sunrises look so pretty,
I'm in heaven when the needles inside me.
Baby, won't you come join me?

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