Tuesday, February 15, 2005Wound Me No MoreI would rather die, throw myself on a spear Drink poison from a well, leap from a mountaintop Skydive into the deepest ocean, pierce my skin With a thousand needles, draw blood like infection Burn my tender skin, perish in a raging fire Hold hands with death and make-out Kissing until the air is... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:53 AM Comments (8) (permalink) |
