She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red,
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take,
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze
I did all that I should, well all that I could
but will I be clean
I did all that i should, well all that I could
but it isn't me
All my strength is dead and gone
Slept as long as I could, as long as I should
to find comfort here
Slept as long as I could, as long as i should
but I still have fear
All my strength is dead and gone..... black letter day
all the fun/joy/strength........ has gone away
I drank all that I could, much more than I should
in simple despair
I drank all that I could, much more than I should
to find someone there
I hope tomorrow will be a better day

oh god
the headaches have started again
i can see her now
walking on the ashpalt towards her blue car
i have been watching her for a week
i approached her yesterday, asked her for a date
she laughed
cold metal
twitch
i can release the evil from her
i can banish the demons
perhaps i can stop my own headache
flesh eaters invading my cranium
click
the liberator
it's open
move quickly
short scream
stifled
so much
red
hand
mouth
breathin
grinning
shaking
stillness
her eyes
glassy