Bad poetry
There's messages you'll get and their hidden in the sun. they're written like a code all how my father said. you look deep within you and see how the grass weaves together the brown and greenery. messages their written in the sand. it is quite like one big slap in the face telling you things you already know just much more sharp or well you know just "much more" and whether you like it or you d...
suckyouby...
I scream and cry in wicked lies. I came before the evil eye. Where death comes cold in a winters hold. In my face you see of nothingness, completely blank, a succubus. Sucking you by and dry. And soon to spit you out again. My mouth, it craves a new best friend. your taste is waste. and lovers lend. and that I am a loving girl, lending to a fucked up world. Where tragedy runs hot and fetishes s...