Dull Razors make Crappy Ciggarettes
A dull blade teases suicidal flesh
It just doesn't kill you on the inside like you want
Dirty
Filthy
Disgusting
Makes you wish you could cut yourself
and die of cancer
but the steel that refuses to cut
Never will
Open flesh stings and burns
At least smoke silently kills you
It will be our little seceret
by
darksideofmeposted on 09/24/2009
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