Lana Del Rey

Void · 05-23-2013, 09:58 PM

Encapsulate the passageways we navigate so nimbly. The patterns play swiftly 'til we pass away. Quickly, what happens? Days ending. Pain. Misery. Elated.

Sober or drunk. I'm sound a snooze. Emotion's undone. I'm counting sheep. You're listening to Counting Crows while we fuck. I'm hoping I come. She's in ecstasy. I'm in everything. Take pleasure in nothing. Wondering why she doesn't find someone better to fuck with. Perfected my challenge. Wanted to be real. Rejected my talents. They're all methods. So impressed with the balance. No one says it. So shallow. The best at pretending. Interested the mimic. Feathers are withered. Leather imprinted desert within us. Dry as Garofalo. Hide in the foxhole. Pry at the fossil, you might find what my thoughts know. So lazy with this shit. Realize I could go crazy with visage. Relate to my scripted sadist invented playlist for bitchin'. Pinpoint emotional ties most likely to bite you. It's noise. The vocal combined post timing inside you. Exploiting the voyeuristic poise. The penance. I toil in living. Soil the linens. Life's bigger than mom said. Death's harder when dad's dead. Crumbling. Friendless. Dying in a shell having an awkward silence with myself. It's all become a hassle, this theater. I fake laugh in the mirrors. Standing still in this circle. I lie in my journal.

Such a selfish journey. You searching? lol Know there's people out there, being productive. Reaching for what if's. Appeasing the reason we all see but don't fuck with. Jesus, I'm drudging these pieces of nothing like there's some meaning. There wasn't. I'm fending. In public, screaming for something to SEE ME, it's slutty. Lean in and touch me. Squeeze it, uncuff me from being. You're lucky, you don't need to be what he needs to be. Dummy. Portishead portal sex. Can't get lost in the moment. Always aware of the picture. Stare at the whispers like there's something there, but there isn't. It isn't fair to be this impaired, this inflicted. Fair lol That's the ticket. Compare existence lol You stupid fuck. No, not you, I meant me and stuff.

05-23-2013, 09:58 PM	#1
Void Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 221 Rep Power: 0	Lana Del Rey Encapsulate the passageways we navigate so nimbly. The patterns play swiftly 'til we pass away. Quickly, what happens? Days ending. Pain. Misery. Elated. Sober or drunk. I'm sound a snooze. Emotion's undone. I'm counting sheep. You're listening to Counting Crows while we fuck. I'm hoping I come. She's in ecstasy. I'm in everything. Take pleasure in nothing. Wondering why she doesn't find someone better to fuck with. Perfected my challenge. Wanted to be real. Rejected my talents. They're all methods. So impressed with the balance. No one says it. So shallow. The best at pretending. Interested the mimic. Feathers are withered. Leather imprinted desert within us. Dry as Garofalo. Hide in the foxhole. Pry at the fossil, you might find what my thoughts know. So lazy with this shit. Realize I could go crazy with visage. Relate to my scripted sadist invented playlist for bitchin'. Pinpoint emotional ties most likely to bite you. It's noise. The vocal combined post timing inside you. Exploiting the voyeuristic poise. The penance. I toil in living. Soil the linens. Life's bigger than mom said. Death's harder when dad's dead. Crumbling. Friendless. Dying in a shell having an awkward silence with myself. It's all become a hassle, this theater. I fake laugh in the mirrors. Standing still in this circle. I lie in my journal. Such a selfish journey. You searching? lol Know there's people out there, being productive. Reaching for what if's. Appeasing the reason we all see but don't fuck with. Jesus, I'm drudging these pieces of nothing like there's some meaning. There wasn't. I'm fending. In public, screaming for something to SEE ME, it's slutty. Lean in and touch me. Squeeze it, uncuff me from being. You're lucky, you don't need to be what he needs to be. Dummy. Portishead portal sex. Can't get lost in the moment. Always aware of the picture. Stare at the whispers like there's something there, but there isn't. It isn't fair to be this impaired, this inflicted. Fair lol That's the ticket. Compare existence lol You stupid fuck. No, not you, I meant me and stuff. Last edited by Void; 05-23-2013 at 10:11 PM.