all the world is ours

my toungue hates the bitter taste of truth.

"all the world is ours" is a lie, this is no scarface, i can't take you wherever i want, whenever i want, i just wait till the moment your guts get tired of those pills you do and you come crawling in my lap to drink the dripping blood on my neck.

this is no fun, babe, the world is getting crazy and i can't see you again, those horrible parties were vain and the pain i've felt that november while i saw you with her made my starved intestines growl, cause you know it would hurt me, and while i smoked my memories and hunger away with men i didn't know, i waited for you. such a waste of time. what a waste of pain(t).

but now it's october again, i have suffered trying to turn my dreams into realities but you've left, you should have stayed in my mind like something that could never happen, and now the future awaits for me but i am not the future, i am the warmness of a gun a second after of being used.

so one day when i could get out of this timing prision maybe you will be there for me again, we'll imitate that movie you promised me we could see together one day. bullshit. everything that's left now are only chunks of my soul spread on the bathroom floor while i listen to a sad pop song. fuck. we could pretend that this never happened, i'm just a mistake soaring towards extintion, an idea dying in the cold arms of an uncertain future.

there's a big chance i've had a misspelling somewhere in this but who the fuck cares