Catherine is like rubbing blood on your face
stepping on nails or choking on fine lace
being burned alive or being smothered to death. Eating your words and recieving head.
Catherine is like putting your hands in the fire just to recieve your mashmallow
Like skipping your prom away from your date because you are shallow
hanging yourself upside down to find out you are still alive and it's not working
eating large amounts of cheese or ending sentences in stutters...
Like paranoia at it's worst.
or having sex twice and saying it's your first.
having lots on needles on your back.
two stones grinding together till one is worn out The surviving one being Catherine
Catherine is like watching butterflies having sex. Reading a map in foreign.
Or drinking coffee while trying to get to bed.
She's like mixing milk in water, watching dogs being slaughtered.
A razor as a gift or in the hands of a kid.
She will keep on and on till her ideas run dry...
So just like Catherine the ideas will fly.
The soft spoken cloud that suddenly turns to thunder.
The lightning that strikes because she thinks it's funner.
And even the words that she made up in this.
They make sense to her because everything else doesn't.
The light that went out but came back on when you were about to change it.
The accidental gun shot that saved you from your rapist.
It's two packages in one but all you got was thin air...
At least it's not nothing but god damn she didn't care.
She's like an endless road that sinks down into the drain.
If I could describe her more, she would have less of a brain.
Because so far her thoughts make her something of some freak.
But at least she will laugh when your life is feeling bleak.
Catherine will stop and stare and think.
Because Catherine is like the boat that sinks.
Everyone on board will feel the water's wrath and she will keep you trapped too.
Catherine is like that IOU that never got paid.
She will whisper her secrets but will contradict them.
Catherine sparks like an angry dog.
But really, she can't kill a soul, even if she wanted to. And she really does want to.
Catherine is like two eggs from a mammal.
Like elephants in a cage and human stuck in with them.
Morning that invites you with a hangover.
The alcohol you drunk that was spiked and you knew it was.
The LSD that had no side affects... But really the trip was bad enough.
A ciggerrette that had no nicotine but only tar.
The flu, the meningitis, tescos and spar.
She will add onto this because she is enjoying it.
Catherine is like three bodypits in a row
She will throw you in because she had nothing else to throw.
Catherine is like a rope which you climb to nowhere.
The more I think of myself... the more I get scared...
But talking about myself like this is kind of grating...
I feel like a total schizophrenic.
Because Catherine feels just like that.
You will feel these things... blunt or flat.
Make your own version biggrin and yes I am Catherine...
^^ Enjoy.
