Eintrag #38, 25.01.2005, 16:20 Uhr
they killed her on a tuesday.
there is poison in my drinking glass.
don´t stop, just sip it down and in a swirling masquerade of style my body hits the ground.
I´m beautiful, when I´m asleep.
He kisses land on my blistered bloody scarlet lips. the bottle´s in my hand. burn out, not fade away.