By ZoE
Date: 20 December 1998

in her wedding dress

token lover in a small town
wet hands
she is so beautiful,morbid and frightened of the light
i watch her sleeping
i wonder where the stabs lead to
and maybe there's a place in your heart for my dry blood,eyes mingling
please be my valentine
and she always had this mystique around her
her eyes were distorted against the shadows
she painted herself the color of the floor
he pressed me against the wall in the bathroom and summer seemed to fade 
by the second
my hands,my lips were sore
and i loved you
you said i'd get used to it and i wondered when?
i am forever trapped in your magnetic pulse
your music made her wilt
i was stuck to the wall
my ambitions
they paste you everywherea nd force you to tell the truth
you always ahd such clean hands for such a dirty boy