Turkaholic

"So, this is really good enough for you?" … Now there was a question I'd never hoped to hear – especially from those damn lips, and it was something that took me completely off guard. Is this really good enough for me… heh. A sore subject, if you really want the truth, but… how the hell do you answer a question like that? Trust me, I'm stupid… too stupid to think of a good answer for that one. In the end I just shrugged and looked up at him blankly. "…Ain't this as good as it gets?" Damn… maybe I never should have even opened my fat ugly mouth on that one – the look on Tseng's face was pretty much unbearable, looking down at me with that

Daddy you're a, pretty hard man to live with But a hard man is who you have to be And sometimes I, know I play too close to the lines But sometimes my mouth runs away with me We both have our good days and our, not so good days And we get into fights more than we should But there's something you have to understand about me How can I learn who I am, if I play by what you think is good? I'm changing Painful as it sounds it's not a bad thing I'm just trying things out I'm only learning But how can I be all I can be if you keep me back? I'm still the same little girl you used to talk to long ago Pretty scared of all the things I'm go

Yaz, I don't know why I'm writing this, or even wether I should bother. You're gone now and… damn but I don't even think you'd care if you could hear this anyway. Why am I writing this then? For me, I guess. There are just some things I gotta get off my chest. I'll never give anyone this damn note, not even Rude. I'll just hide it somewhere, under the damn mattress or something where nobody's ever gonna look, more than likely where I'm gonna hide the little bit of heart you left me too. The little bit of humanity that I got from being so fucking hopelessly in love with you, hidden under the bed with a sea of empty bottles – where nobody's e

There are 206 bones in the human body. 8 pints of blood, 24 ribs, and 21 feet of intestine. So much to play with, so little time. The ribs, are the easiest to start with, of course. they take so little pressure. A foot on the ribcage and the lungs are crushed, a moment of weak pain, the breathing...stinted. More pressure, and the oxygen levels decrease, the eyes dim, the lungs burn in longing... and the heaviness on the chest becomes so... unbearable. Bone grates against panting organs and then as weakness overcomes the body there comes the irresistable snap, muffled under layers of tissue. Searing pain as muscle parts from melded bone, the

-- Love Fraud -- Standing there with head held high That look that lingers in his eye Just his smile makes you want to die But here's the catch: He's a Love Fraud. You can't tame him, don't even try. He's not the one, though he plays the part He's got the looks, he's got the charm But in the end he'll break your heart And won't stick round to see the harm He's played the game, he knows the score He wont tell you but he's been here before He knows what to do to make you think he's a god But you'll soon see: he's just a love fraud You're not the first No way the last Flows a trail of hurt In his painful past Is