you’re funky
in the most funktastic way
like glamorous trannys
with thick lashes
and the stench
of a beer recycling bin

that was a disastrous serenade.
with intoxicating
words of rotting refuse
and colon carnivorous k-9s

tickling pubes of pestilence
mingled with sweaty feet
old oil and cigarettes
all up on stage

wearing those platform heels
and fake diamond barrettes
from cvs
but just as glamorous a showgirl
gets.

I envy you
like the seven deadly sins
cursed to be
fabulous

skin with plastic pigments
pulled tight
over a shallow chest
pumps drum beats
against that red sequined dress

you’re no mess
Unknown "Cyanide" Playful - 16 years, 2 months, 9 days ago

No matter how hard I try, I will just never be good at writing,
Depression.
Unknown "Cyanide" Playful - 16 years, 2 months, 18 days ago

I don't know what love is,
but I guess it's like a wound that bleeds forever.
Unknown "Cyanide" Playful - 16 years, 2 months, 26 days ago

Here's to you,
you fucking bastard.
I hope you drown
In the shallow acidic pool
you call a mind.
And when darkness
finally over comes
if you're lucky,
the venom
of a life times
vile words
will seer through your
placid pupils
FUCK YOU
AND THE
BOOK YOU
PLEDGE TO.

-me
wobble wobble wobble.
Unknown "Cyanide" Playful - 16 years, 4 months, 15 days ago