I spit on thy rules
I piss on them
Vulgarity
my new name
Anarchy
my religion
Vengeance
my one rule
My tormentor I beseech thee
Dear tormentor I love thee
Thy mind I see
Thy heart... ?
My heart bleeds.
My cure, my disease
Your disease, your cure
Eyes of green
lanterns of faith
Eyes of me
hollowing depths
I see thee through decaying silver
You see me through a peeping sliver
Narrow
small
compact
loathsome
I felt like that once, but it turned out to be gas...
ResponderEliminarBTW: Be careful abolut pissing on rules...they piss back.
Geesus Brian xD its suposed to be a sensitive poem jajaja xD.... btw haven't u been able to log in to the blog?
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