Petals In The Grass
Decadence
The stench of a rotting mind
Perverted thoughts abound
Absurd are my reflections
No one to play with
I must play alone
A deviant am I
As I violate myself
Sick to most
Warpped to others
I have become
Washing my sticky hands
Rid of all evidence
Void am I
Loosing more purity
If I ever had any
Wrapped in an orgasm of low morals
Perverted thoughts abound
Absurd are my reflections
No one to play with
I must play alone
A deviant am I
As I violate myself
Sick to most
Warpped to others
I have become
Washing my sticky hands
Rid of all evidence
Void am I
Loosing more purity
If I ever had any
Wrapped in an orgasm of low morals
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Decadence
Decadence