

Blurb, working on itThe point of this, life's game Is to move silently, show no pain Let tears fall in shadowed rooms And smile up at the full moonBlurb, working on it
Let not the cockroaches see you fall Nor feed upon your rotting corpse Of living, breathing flesh Else you lose the thing called a soul


Two, But OneAn elated depression Pressed against your lips Is a heart taken Still able to give? The sinful desire Wrapped in arms no longer my own You whom I have And he that I need Spinning so swiftly A crescendo of lust Are we giving in Or giving up? With a taste of fruits forbidden We're left panting Needing, wanting, craving more Denying what we're feeling Can we meet in my dreams? Or are we falling to ashes? Thoughts, confusing, revolting Fantasy, unfufilling I don't know what I want Lead me to the emerald city? Walk thTwo, But One
--
Is my cock big enough? Is my brain small enough? For you to make me a star ...
Say my name ...
You don't even know it ...
I am dying ...
Well you sure aren't showing it ...
--
Visit my gallery...[link]
I just noticed That. Lmao
I heart you!!!
--
Open your eyes to the millions of lies that they tell you everyday
Open your mind to the clever disguise that the advertisements say
ITS YOU
--
Settle down and take control.
Dig your heals in and watch them squirm,
'cause honey, this is a long and messy road,
and no, none of them ever learn.
Previous PageNext Page