February 2011
January 2011
How the mighty have fallen
I hate who you are and everyone like you. Step off your high horse or ill stomp out his knees. Your walls will crumble and your towers will fall. Your bigest problem? You hate yourself most of all.
Push my fingers in your eyes just to get in your head. You will rue the day you fuckin said what you said. Popping pills and drinking booze the medication for all your wounds.
