the formation of truth.
the unforgiving grounds on which we were brew.
the crystal in the sand before the shell.
the card up your sleeve that is the ultimate **** you"
foretold beneath serpent scales, invisible while well spoke,
you unwillingly embrace your new colorful toy, your new found hell clenching every wrinkle while impotency screeches.
like it or not it is the essence of "All"
the sweet something whispered into your ear.
the sweet something of things you don't want to hear.
the things we long to forget.
the things that linger and have purpose and unknowingly embed.
the ******* creepy snail that eventually shows itself beneath the mud.
the ******* ****** that takes a lifetime and once it comes you will never forget.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
the formation of truth.
the unforgiving grounds on which we were brew.
the crystal in the sand before the shell.
the card up your sleeve that is the ultimate **** you"
foretold beneath serpent scales, invisible while well spoke,
you unwillingly embrace your new colorful toy, your new found hell clenching every wrinkle while impotency screeches.
like it or not it is the essence of "All"
the sweet something whispered into your ear.
the sweet something of things you don't want to hear.
the things we long to forget.
the things that linger and have purpose and unknowingly embed.
the ******* creepy snail that eventually shows itself beneath the mud.
the ******* ****** that takes a lifetime and once it comes you will never forget.
