Saturday, October 10, 2009

Secrets make no friends

I'm bleeding and it is blue blood.

I'm crying and it is champagne.

There is a kitchen knife in the small of my back.

The mood- lighter throwing.

As I sit on my cloud, I glance down for second, and I remember why I am the one up so high.

I'm already wearing the sapphire why are you fashioning one of paperclips?

Existance is only a game................

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