I wish I wasn't so crooked
Jumping and leaping over things
And keeping secrets to my dark heart
I wish I wasn't so flaccid
I feel sulphuric acid
In my throat
I close my eyes and I see photos of burn victims
Clinging to their only infant children as they
gasp for air, they are riddled with confusion
Unfortunate life.
I am my own baby, I cling to my ****** as if it is some product of the demon.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
I wish I wasn't so crooked
Jumping and leaping over things
And keeping secrets to my dark heart
I wish I wasn't so flaccid
I feel sulphuric acid
In my throat
I close my eyes and I see photos of burn victims
Clinging to their only infant children as they
gasp for air, they are riddled with confusion
Unfortunate life.
I am my own baby, I cling to my ****** as if it is some product of the demon.
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