Poems from injectable-fame

My hands are about as cold and dead as they can be without actually being dead.   My hair is about as long as can be without actually being...
My hands are about as cold and dead as they can be without actually being dead.   My hair is about as long as can be without actually being...
The reflection  wants me to die. The reflection wants me to starve. The Reflection wants to be loved. The Reflection wants to change. The...
She came and went. as if it were easy for all of us to stand back and  watch.  Faster, slower, stop. the water continued dripping...