Jesus Christ don't wear my sneakers
Mr D dances in my Adidas.
I'm an archetype on a motorbike, one bad mother and I do what I like.
YOUR MIND IS THE SEXIEST PART OF YOUR BODY GIRL.
I'M THE DUDE WITH THE ATTITUDE, DR JEKYLL AND ME.
I'M THE GUY WITH THE SWIRLY EYES, DR JEKYLL AND ME
I don't want to be hostile.
I don't want to be dismal.
But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.
See
I want to believe you,
and I want to trust
and I want to have faith to put away the dagger.
But you lie, cheat, and steal.
And yet
I tolerate you.
And after 7 days in the hospital fighting demons, I persuade them to let me out. I don't feel as numb as before but that does not mean to say it has gone away. Dizzy, drowsy, sleepy and nauseated. Sounds like a children's TV show.
A little darkness here and there, the air forced from my throat, all the time in the world, spinning. A sword to the heart or the head. We made ghosts of men and men of metals. These seemed like easier times, when all that mattered was how many heads you had hung from your door. We made Valhalla our home, and you, my brothers, in...
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