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I. smile and drop the facade tune into your suffering and lie to yourself he's lying                         (watch his lips move) take whats mine take the pulse under my skin **** it all away                                                             i just need one more day II. half pack of cigarettes no wrapper next to the body of a man fallen from his masturbators walls plastered with the back of his head and a dead body saturating in excrement gun on the floor one casing spent wasn't long ago he sat there smoking one burning red fountain is sick 96¢. the hole they put him in cost 4000 rounds. III. open your mouth and ignore the scorched mounds dissipating into the wind your whisper your breath your flesh go they all go c'est la vie.
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
as it lurks there just beyond the corner i can see it bearing its' teeth
I. smile and drop the facade tune into your suffering and lie to yourself he's lying                         (watch his lips move) take whats mine take the pulse under my skin **** it all away                                                             i just need one more day II. half pack of cigarettes no wrapper next to the body of a man fallen from his masturbators walls plastered with the back of his head and a dead body saturating in excrement gun on the floor one casing spent wasn't long ago he sat there smoking one burning red fountain is sick 96¢. the hole they put him in cost 4000 rounds. III. open your mouth and ignore the scorched mounds dissipating into the wind your whisper your breath your flesh go they all go c'est la vie.
R18+ I guess.
#gore#violence#suicide#horror#personal#abstract#avantgarde#death#experimental#z
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22/Other/Carcosa Outer-City Limits
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
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