venal_polish

late night catechism speaks me to sleep..a lethal dose of narcissism conquers the beast ::i cant remember
how i got my last scar:: early mourning exorcisms
keep me awake..sevenstars surround me as I burn like a saint ::i cant remember why my knees are so sore:: there once was a girl who suffered from sickness..mouth was distorted from razor sharp kisses..tried to pretend it was all in her mind..but I know her voice when I hear mine..as hot as the moon
on the tenth day of june..theres no sleeping for
me..theres no sleeping for me..sick..still sick..im sick.. my heart is sick

another bout of insomnia has exploded inside my headlet us pray it is merciful & passes soon.