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Falling in Forward Motion

Your fingers were crossed while I lied to your face,
a fair trade from my perspective.
Keep your secrets if your privacy is so fucking important,
I don�t need the attention,
my addiction is plenty enough.
We�re both junkies for adrenaline,
craving just one last fix,
only but a breathe away from self destruction.
So we crash land into nothing,
I�m running from a comedown
and you�re always chasing your dignity.
Is there no standard these days?
Breathing�s never been a luxury,
living was a curse,
so one by one we destroy ourselves,
each person affording there own cure.
The deal was to kill time or kill each other,
either way we better make it worth the effort.
My pleasure�s the pain,
always has been,
and I�m only alive when I�m falling apart.
(into pieces)
Overdose or drown myself in blood,
Tapping veins,
only my own of course.
Who the fuck are you to put my flaws to shame?
Your soiled hands equally as dirty...
but my imperfections throw you off,
make you slightly nervous.
So put me on display,
my misfortune as your distraction,
but see the difference is,
I�m not afraid.
You couldn�t even cause enough damage
to force me into changing.
Sure,
I could fake it if I really cared,
make it that much easier on you,
but why pretend�
time is already so very short.
Besides,
suicide is not a crime�
it�s an exception,
and you just lack that sort of conviction.[/font]

Written by pixxxiepoet

(XKill Me RomanticallyX)

Published 9th Nov 2010

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PierreTheMad

12th Nov 2010 9:57pm

God, there were some brilliant lines in this one:
"The deal was to kill time or kill each other,
either way we better make it worth the effort. "

was my absolute favorite followed closely by

"My pleasure�s the pain,
always has been,
and I�m only alive when I�m falling apart. "

So painfully sweet and venomous. I had a friend who committed suicide and while everyone was all crying and angry at him and shit I just grieved to myself and then celebrated a little for him the next week. Not that I would encourage him if he were alive to do it again. But he was alive and I had the privilege of knowing him. Thanks for writing this. It's beautiful and bitter.