it tastes fuzzy and warm
caressing through the hollow thoughts in my numb broken lifless mind
it gives me thrills
to know im drinking window sills
the window sillness is trickilng through my depression
wwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwww
i think i am high
i can touch the sky
fuzzy bear
massive crash
i am now emo
the sink runs red with my blood
i want more window cleaner
made me feel so alive
minus the dead bit...
no mr fuzzy bear i want to touch u
hee hee lol
oh wow i just woke up again
not again mums cooking pizza again
maybe more window cleaner can help that...
i like extra cheese with my window cleaner.
harold babe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-like-window-cleaner-emo/
