hunger pains

all i do is daydream about importance,

and convince myself i don't feel abandon,

or lonely or selfish or savage.

but class is rare and i cant afford it,

when I'm staring down a glass canon,

fuelled on liquor, solitude and baggage.

but you sure are pretty.

v'walla!

i love the feeling of accomplishing something, right after you thought you were giving up.

SETTLE YOUR PETTLES.

Lets just stick to the pleasantries,

Please don't tell me what you think of me.

There's no use trying to patch things up,

Your a volcano, I'm a tornado and neither of us really give a fuck.

I'm made of fucking titanium,

so whatever.

black apples.