Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Red Death
A broken table to
Support the girth
Of my broken words.
I'm a heap of soiled skin,
Boiling in tears of
Adopted loneliness.
An artist catering to
Pathosis minds,
Spitting splinters out of rage
And fostered boredom.
My lips are red death,
I blow you a kiss
To keep you away.
September 3 2009
Support the girth
Of my broken words.
I'm a heap of soiled skin,
Boiling in tears of
Adopted loneliness.
An artist catering to
Pathosis minds,
Spitting splinters out of rage
And fostered boredom.
My lips are red death,
I blow you a kiss
To keep you away.
September 3 2009
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Red Death
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