DISPOSABLE FIX

So fucking hate FLUCTUANT mood line.

So fucking hate inscrutable karma.

Hate social phobia

Hate the sudden car crash

Hate myself for I still can't say my hurt

Hate people who I deeply love

Hate the

dirty

crimson

long

fucking

Beijing's

night .

The time starts and stops,

Summergaze won't come,

Puke kiss the flume,

I was so awkward

tired and bored

disenchanted.

I want a hit.

Carve a perfect gory cross into my neck.

Put your letter on my lips.

Listen to the HentaiMaid or TesseracT.

Tear fucking spring limb from limb.

Hang myself gently.

So we can together again

running under the vapour trail

watching the blossom of our dreariness

showing them a crooked smile

And waiting for the constitution of suicide.

                                                  By Floyd.