There's a simple section of my soul seeking some serenity, a dark and dirty desire to defile some damn divinity, and everyone, in essence, is extinguished here eventually, but barely can I bare the beauty in you believing me. And rarely am I really ready, speaking raw, religiously. But soon you'll see me sew a seed of sin and oh, so skillfully, though I am cracking up and can't condone these cuts less critically. Still, the fear is fake and feigning it is far from fucking fun for me.
A pretty girl,a pretty face, a desperate urge to just deface, or kill, destroy, or burn, erase
EVERY GOD DAMN THING I SEE.
No comments:
Post a Comment