you're drinking gasoline,
the taste of kerosene.
you're tempting fate;
striking matches against your teeth.
you're bound to explode.
may heaven forgive you
because i damn well won't.
how does it feel to know
there's no angels to carry you home?
i swear if you touch her again.
i'll cut you in thirds
and the devils of hades
will feast on your bones.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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