wandering star, for who it is preserved

My insides are full of emptiness mixed with tequila,rum and red bull. I poison my body so my thoughts will seem less poisoned by your everything.

Forgive my troubled ways, for it is all I have ever had.
I walk the streets looking for love in every boy's eyes. I find nothing but tasteless kisses, blind eyes and meaningless words.


AND THATS HOW IT NEEDS TO BE.

"I can't hold this day anymore."

Portishead, alcohol, and poetry with your gay best friend is a good way to spend a saturday night.