surreal surreal i might just die torture brain stimulate artificial highs bring me low to the floor i brain eye despise burnt baby doll, crush pocilean thighs hip grinder machine slash grave rob fiend cut mescaline trip with skiied out fiends inhale enebriate death to asphyxiate my oh mysee her with glassy eye as i die and we shall all share my fate just as we hate in fame in forture in greatness in lossthe goodtimes the badtimes the torrid the tossed, i will always be alone, you will always die alone we all go alone................
i feel like my sleep is just lost time
i feel like my sleep is just lost time
darthwombat:
I feel like commenting on poetry is patronizing, so I'll leave it at that...