Empty bottles,
empty lives.
Star crossed lovers,
looking to survive.
Tasting the fire,
at happy hour.
Should we take a shower?
A taste of the edge.
Plot twisted,
crimes listed.
Half hearted feelings
with soles revealing,
empty skulls filled with power.
Can you bring me a flower?
Implanted noise,
keeping me from beyond the void.
Space shuttles and stars.
A bypasser,
I wonder who you really are.
Come here my master,
do I want to taste your disaster?
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Empty bottles,
empty lives.
Star crossed lovers,
looking to survive.
Tasting the fire,
at happy hour.
Should we take a shower?
A taste of the edge.
Plot twisted,
crimes listed.
Half hearted feelings
with soles revealing,
empty skulls filled with power.
Can you bring me a flower?
Implanted noise,
keeping me from beyond the void.
Space shuttles and stars.
A bypasser,
I wonder who you really are.
Come here my master,
do I want to taste your disaster?
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