A trip through my head, an awful journey at best.
Wrist cutting voices, noises that never stop.
You're a bad human, with a slash of the knife
you've turned that little bunny into stew and--
Vampiric drink of life.
I want a new creativity, a new voice, something to be excited about.
Something to make me so hard, I split my pants, then split your face.
Anger repession spitting out.
My killer sexual tendencies lurking about.
Welcome dark imaginings of a grave yard friend.
Still it hurt, seeing you with a side of flowers.
Really, I need something good to talk about.
Bleed the Bunny again.
-posted by Nobius 1:04 PM 