& we'll
just live,
the Adam's Family
dream-life.
In our
big-black-brick-death-mansion.
<3
Humbled & hardened
by times & all of her troubles.
Spiked with agony.
Splashed with misery.
But I'll love every minute,
of my
dark/heroin/serene,
day-dream.
You'll be,
Morticia.
&
I'll play Gomez.
No pun intended.
But after-all
aren't we just the replications
of sorrow from a beautiful sight?
Well......
Here's to the
blackest roses
with
the sharpest thorns.
That're long-lost
& lonely
in the dark part of the forest.
Now,
drink the punch
&
die.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 8:16 AM UTC
& we'll
just live,
the Adam's Family
dream-life.
In our
big-black-brick-death-mansion.
<3
Humbled & hardened
by times & all of her troubles.
Spiked with agony.
Splashed with misery.
But I'll love every minute,
of my
dark/heroin/serene,
day-dream.
You'll be,
Morticia.
&
I'll play Gomez.
No pun intended.
But after-all
aren't we just the replications
of sorrow from a beautiful sight?
Well......
Here's to the
blackest roses
with
the sharpest thorns.
That're long-lost
& lonely
in the dark part of the forest.
Now,
drink the punch
&
die.
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