Becca taught me to tie a knot.
It was a Gothic knot;
One to dream of using when your life
starts imploding and exploding.
Your thoughts are on fire,
It's your inner desire.
Live and let die, or rot slowly?
just want it to end, mostly..
What to do?
Tie a knot.
Run it through to the waist line.
When they find you, they'll turn pale.
Laugh it up you know you will.
Come to your senses
their humor diminishes
twisted minds and slurred words.
You can't stop laughing
bright colors attacking!
You're running through a meadow of dead flowers;
you're blood runs to your shower drain
watch your life wash away.
whee Kitty
cat_whee hi
