I saw the way your expression would change when I would talk about a ****** act I’ve committed.
You wanted me pure
You wanted me whole
Hearing the ring in my ears when you’d speak of how many girls souls you’ve laid to rest.
How they were propped up and popped open.
I was next,
But something told me not to be another victim.
How he cut them open and dug them out like cantaloupes.
He dug into genesis and didn’t know he killed creation with every lick.
He committed genocide with no remorse
And wiped it off as satisfaction.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 3:26 AM UTC
I saw the way your expression would change when I would talk about a ****** act I’ve committed.
You wanted me pure
You wanted me whole
Hearing the ring in my ears when you’d speak of how many girls souls you’ve laid to rest.
How they were propped up and popped open.
I was next,
But something told me not to be another victim.
How he cut them open and dug them out like cantaloupes.
He dug into genesis and didn’t know he killed creation with every lick.
He committed genocide with no remorse
And wiped it off as satisfaction.
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