Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
She's barking mad
I will never see it coming,
Olivaceous eyes, bewitching smile
And the red anger of a hornet
That will drill me into hell.
I wonder when the azuline blood
Will be splayed from my wrists,
Painting desires on the wall
Of a lustless b!tch who couldn't
Get her s!!t together long enough
To heed the warnings love produced.
Instead she wanders with a
Cinerious face and drowns her eyes in
Bleach to better wash away the memories
Of a completely idiotic adoration that
Used to melt the ice around her heart.
2-3-11
Olivaceous eyes, bewitching smile
And the red anger of a hornet
That will drill me into hell.
I wonder when the azuline blood
Will be splayed from my wrists,
Painting desires on the wall
Of a lustless b!tch who couldn't
Get her s!!t together long enough
To heed the warnings love produced.
Instead she wanders with a
Cinerious face and drowns her eyes in
Bleach to better wash away the memories
Of a completely idiotic adoration that
Used to melt the ice around her heart.
2-3-11
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She`s barking mad
She`s barking mad
