Fell in love in a psych institution.

You've worn out your dancing shoes
I know it hurts and you're not bleeding just for the
Attention.
Won't you show me your insides?
The blood and all? Cause I want to whisper
"Don't do it.."
I can't clean up the stain on the floor
From the last time
you ingested the sweet cyanide.

.."why don't you look in the mirror.
and hate what you see.
Well thats what its like to be inside me"

How can I leave
When my way home is through you?
Put a razorblade on your tongue
And kiss me one last time
It's about time I grew some guts
And decided to die.

I'm sick of nurses and their medication
Sitting underneath a locked door.
Feel in love in an institution
Turns out Zoloft wasn't a resolution
She's in the bed next to me
And we've planned for 200 days

an oxycontin genocide
..or more like a double suicide..


And I hate her for trying to leave without me
I found her with half a heartbeat today.
Its ok
I've collected enough pills
To make today the day.

Die Young and Save Yourself.

I'd hate to be normal. *Shudders*

Waking from sleep, bought on my codeine
Nausea and arms around stomach
Dry blood on my pillow; sick sick
The price of morphine

Now now just to restart the heart
That they put to rest anyway.

If you've ever seen the clouds pink and decorated
Pathways ultraviolet.
The sparkle of the stars so close you can reach
out and touch them..

You would never want it to end.
I never want to go back to the world being
White again.

I know the sparkle inside your eyes was just the match i used to set myself on fire.

i found out today jacob blatchley reads this 'to see whats going inside my head' so for once i'll be honest & say im listening to the distillers and consuming too many of those hydralite saline iceblocks for some reason,,,





How could you look the way you do when we can do so much for you
A drug for eyes, a drug for hips , a drug to give you softer lips to kiss

A screw, a pull, a twist , the drug that makes you prettiest
It's just a few needles and a rusty butcher knife

Yesterday I danced with a ghost by her grave
Some guy with a needle in his arm decided she'd look prettier
With a knife through her spleen
She whispered that she fell, and it was a luxury
And she told me to open my eyes and see

How much more gorgeous the world was once you die..
And how elated it was just to say goodbye
'cause there's sickness in the air only death will help you run from
"Come on and cry..cry for the sadness that consumes your life"
Sweet ghost made my eyes bleed and she licked away the tears
Wrapped her arms around my arteries and pulled
Red serum falling from my wrists
Take a deep breath.
..'cause this is it.







And as midnight approaches and her hand becomes more warm
The feeling of death is sweet.