For the Family

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg6 Comments

You know who you are. And even if you don’t… I can smell you a mile away.

They slit our throats
Like we were flowers
And our milk has been devoured

When you want it
It goes away too fast
When you hate it
It always seems to last
But just remember when you think you’re free
The crack inside you fucking heart is me

I wish I could sleep
But I can’t lay on my back
Because ther’s a knife
For everyday that I’ve known you

When you want it
it goes away yoo fast
When you hate it
It always seems to last
But just remember when you think you’re free
The crack inside your fucking heart is me

Lie to me, cry to me, give to me
I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me
I would
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair
I hope at least we die holding hands for always

Marylin Manson – Speed of Pain

  • Gee….do you know anyone just like you but maybe 5-15 years older? 😉

    • K:

      I’ll pretend. And you will too, if you know what’s fucking good for you.

      Flagg

  • I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye
    we were too dumb to run too dead to die

    • To the little hand grenade who never stopped exploding

      I was automatic, as empty as the O in God.

      I guess that I’ll always have a song to sing to some people.

      I swear, we should have a convention or a support group. It’s like seeing a fleeting glimpse of another of your species in the woods, and knowing that we are endangered at best.

  • *I heard that*…Yes, I did.

    • Maybe you did, at that.

      My Beastie Tink poked her head up, too, sniffing the air for the presence of Kin.

      Scent carries far, in autumn.