i�d passed out alone but four hours later, i was alert-eyes and ears craving for a musical release intense and orgasmic, like those seven-minute songs � pounding and suicidal
slam me against the wall and kiss me with lovesick, wine stained lips i�m dying to get drunk off of your alcoholic tongue and to be infused with your depression � push me to the ground; i�ll prove my worth
i�m oh-so needy, frantically searching for the sort of surprise love/lust that was once directed my way � once again, my time is expiring my spotlight is dim; i can be taken or left (abandonment issues coming to fruition)
split-shift sleeping patterns cannot be healthy; neither is this train(wreck) of thought