Tuesday, November 9, 2010

I Hope



I hope these words make you cry
I hope your morphine gets you really high

I hope you perish
So burn, burn, burn away

Why must I execrate?

I want to obliterate
I want to designate
Your feeble-minded soul

I hope your sorrow doesn't go away
You, an ungrateful son of a bitch
No one is listening. Nobody cares
So go back to your bottle
And erase your past.



Author's note

I wrote this a few years ago. I think with my sister. But I remember writing most of it. Sometime between 1999-2005
I'm not sure it makes sense.

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