some fifty cent words, give me a nickel and we'll call it even, then.
smothering sickness and sweltering wounds devouring flesh with zombie like accuracy so tender and raw. catalyst for wickedness and dreary dolls reflected in these miseries. tormented heart wound bleeding and ravaged. on knees scrapped, ragged, withering, welts of madness and wild passionate dreamland with tendrils pulling at imaginary fairy tales. harbinger of a long wait until the nothing comes more handsome in it's cloak and nightgown down the rabbit hole, again into the bleak, black, overgrown terrace of a soul's malcontented sigh.
smothering sickness and sweltering wounds devouring flesh with zombie like accuracy so tender and raw. catalyst for wickedness and dreary dolls reflected in these miseries. tormented heart wound bleeding and ravaged. on knees scrapped, ragged, withering, welts of madness and wild passionate dreamland with tendrils pulling at imaginary fairy tales. harbinger of a long wait until the nothing comes more handsome in it's cloak and nightgown down the rabbit hole, again into the bleak, black, overgrown terrace of a soul's malcontented sigh.