I smashed it into a million pieces and cut myself on its beauty

i told him to write poetry on my arms	with the devil wherever he goes	a wound is at first nothing, and then pain, and then blood	Someday my life will be interesting, and I will come back and tell you about it then
I didn't mean to write this, but this is how it came out	Life sucks, then you die, then you come back	Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.	And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.
The life train left without me	She might not need me. But then again she might.	my body over something small and warm, in my arms a delicate piece of the world	If you had any balls, you'd say 'Oh, my God, what is that thing?' then scream and cut your mic.
What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years	you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much	feed your pretty words to my muse, and perhaps then	The air full of ice and electricity, and then the sky went green and the air raid sirens went off
We turn our faces to what the eternal evening brings	The Moon Is Just Sunlight	you are a piece of me i wish i didn't need	i kept dreaming of a world i thought i'd never see, and then one day i got in
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run	If skepticism is arrogant, then slap my arse and call me Arrogant Sally.