Staples, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

The staples of my skin are
 coming 
un  -  done
like loose shoelaces on the playground.
Flesh peels back, revealing my naked soul:
bruised and scarred,
sick and hungry,
jealous and cold.
See me now?
Please don't run
and leave me here

alone.
Posted: 2005-01-20 22:35:19 UTC

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2006-01-16 04:20:29~JaLeEsA lOvEs PoLkA dOtS~
Wow, this is very depressing...deep...I like it!

2007-10-17 08:18:55xxSoulsxxLiexx
This is soo good-its soo hard hitting too i love it