Sweetheart Dealer by slutkisssmackgirl, literature
Literature
Sweetheart Dealer
Dealer of sweetherts, you make me cry my eyes out.
Dripping of blood and synthetic morphine,
Highness of high seeping through the skin.
Priestess, beastess, monster inside of me.
Floral lonely pillow, on my own,
Fragile distance between us,
Couches away.
Nine inches between us,
Knuckles bent, body stoned,
To death in the ground.
An overly cautious broken throne.
You hate me more and more everyday,
In new and more specific ways.
Cold,
Morose,
Chilled right through the bones.
Get out of my bed,
Get out of my house,
Stop clinging to the net curtains,
Go and get a needle and thread,
Stich up what you have left for dead.
He pu
Antihistamine Hell by slutkisssmackgirl, literature
Literature
Antihistamine Hell
Yellow taxi,
Runs through my empty room,
My stillborn empty womb,
Everything is made of wood and witches,
All here, ready to be burned,
As concentric circles float around my mind,
I wish in my life I had ceased to be so blind.
Maybe I could open up and see through clear skies eyes,
Leave this antihistamine hell,
Digest the painkiller that lingers on through my body,
Try and put myself right.
My sorrow goes out to all of you,
But I have to save some for myself too.
Honeysuckle, sheer poison,
Void of all ecstasy.
Little Miss it started with a kiss,
Then she lifted her skirt to the world and said
"Help me; I'm just a little girl". She said
"I'm dying, I'm crying, I'm lying but I really am trying".
Jump into that sweet sedation, crushed by obtuse ignorance.
Open the vault and watch who jumps out,
Your head, my head, we are all pretty dead,
Little Miss walks around with her eyes closed and her slut legs spread.
You know it's all over when people start to notice you.
You are supposed to stay in your hole,
With your little secrets that should never be told.
Then they see your eyes full of blacke
Babies In My Blood by slutkisssmackgirl, literature
Literature
Babies In My Blood
Splinter raven grief,
Bored of hunger, strife as a lucky lazy wife,
Filled by a cup of tempestuous images,
Born and dreary within.
Vans full of genius,
A rude awakening in a child's mind,
Sunday mess,
Babies in my blood.
Common excess,
Burnt out insides of brazen firewood.
Dread rattle, dead rattle,
Half brain wit of plum rattle.
Silver as Tiffany,
She plots to gain the belt battle.
Sweetheart Dealer by slutkisssmackgirl, literature
Literature
Sweetheart Dealer
Dealer of sweetherts, you make me cry my eyes out.
Dripping of blood and synthetic morphine,
Highness of high seeping through the skin.
Priestess, beastess, monster inside of me.
Floral lonely pillow, on my own,
Fragile distance between us,
Couches away.
Nine inches between us,
Knuckles bent, body stoned,
To death in the ground.
An overly cautious broken throne.
You hate me more and more everyday,
In new and more specific ways.
Cold,
Morose,
Chilled right through the bones.
Get out of my bed,
Get out of my house,
Stop clinging to the net curtains,
Go and get a needle and thread,
Stich up what you have left for dead.
He pu
Antihistamine Hell by slutkisssmackgirl, literature
Literature
Antihistamine Hell
Yellow taxi,
Runs through my empty room,
My stillborn empty womb,
Everything is made of wood and witches,
All here, ready to be burned,
As concentric circles float around my mind,
I wish in my life I had ceased to be so blind.
Maybe I could open up and see through clear skies eyes,
Leave this antihistamine hell,
Digest the painkiller that lingers on through my body,
Try and put myself right.
My sorrow goes out to all of you,
But I have to save some for myself too.
Honeysuckle, sheer poison,
Void of all ecstasy.
Little Miss it started with a kiss,
Then she lifted her skirt to the world and said
"Help me; I'm just a little girl". She said
"I'm dying, I'm crying, I'm lying but I really am trying".
Jump into that sweet sedation, crushed by obtuse ignorance.
Open the vault and watch who jumps out,
Your head, my head, we are all pretty dead,
Little Miss walks around with her eyes closed and her slut legs spread.
You know it's all over when people start to notice you.
You are supposed to stay in your hole,
With your little secrets that should never be told.
Then they see your eyes full of blacke
Babies In My Blood by slutkisssmackgirl, literature
Literature
Babies In My Blood
Splinter raven grief,
Bored of hunger, strife as a lucky lazy wife,
Filled by a cup of tempestuous images,
Born and dreary within.
Vans full of genius,
A rude awakening in a child's mind,
Sunday mess,
Babies in my blood.
Common excess,
Burnt out insides of brazen firewood.
Dread rattle, dead rattle,
Half brain wit of plum rattle.
Silver as Tiffany,
She plots to gain the belt battle.
Heart Attack
by ~slutkisssmackgirl
He seems to be dead to me. I want to die with him. I hanged myself around his neck, so tight I could not feel, but he didn't squeal at all. I thought that I had cut off his oxygen supply, left him breathless, but I could hear a rhythm beating from his heart. I knew that was me because I left him a piece, he was silent so I could hear him breathe.
He had me in his heart, I'd stay forever. I'd wait forever. He had a piece of me, one that was so young and clean, he could sell his keepsake. I wanted some of him, but he's so far away. He's all gone; I don't want to be alone with her, without him, at leas
I like words being strung together, even if they fall apart. I don't know whether that is a metaphor or not, I suppose you can decide that for yourself, Nonsense is my sense.
Originally I had written some boring shit about how I wished that I had a happy pill when I woke up in the morning, I really wanted a warm feeling to spread through my body and make my legs tingle. I don't need to want that anymore, that is the only good thing about being a sick person, I get to shove opiates down my throat to control the constant, wretched pain in my stomach. I can understand why Kurt Cobain was on smack, for his stomach pain; it takes it away, as d