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Wack

1999

this disease is eating my insides
i don't know what to do about it
so i'm just going to shit myself

i wanna pick my nose, but you won't let me
so instead i pound on my own head
wow i see red blood on my hands

i feel as if i'm stuck in my own head
being brainwashed by my own dark thoughts
please help me break out of this dark open cage

i want to bleed myself, but most of all
i want to bleed you with my strainer, i found it up my ass
don't make fun of me, because i decided to go fishing

allow me to feel my open scars, i like digging at myself
i enjoy sucking the juices from this interdiction i call my life
thanks alot daddy

this isn't how i pictured my life to be like
i'm sure you didn't picture your death either
this is hell and this is the world we live in, they're so similar

why don't you wack me over the head really hard
really really heard, so that i forget everything of harm done to you

© lexi campbell