Thursday, December 31, 2009

two thousand 9

on the eve of a decade
things haven't change (but why would they)
blurry eyed
more pills than friendships
on the way to the 911
i'm a cut(ter) about the rest
"we'll sleep when we're dead"
can't come soon enough
heart headed
the only heart burn I have came right off your lips
itchy head minus itchy trigger finger
ive only got bulleyes on chests and promises
hunting for broken hearts to get lost in

Thursday, December 10, 2009

almost a month

and nothing ever changes.

screw the moth

I need you like a needle to the vein.