You're like a fungus
Growing colors among us.
As happy as you look,
I can read you, an open book.
From your flowing silk cap,
To your teeth with slight gap.
A smile to hide sinister desire,
Face ice cold, soul a pyre.
Tasting your intriguing trap
Leads only to a sour dirt nap.
Left feeling alone and dead,
Wondering where is your head.
For who in their right mind
Could be so evil as to **** mine.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
You're like a fungus
Growing colors among us.
As happy as you look,
I can read you, an open book.
From your flowing silk cap,
To your teeth with slight gap.
A smile to hide sinister desire,
Face ice cold, soul a pyre.
Tasting your intriguing trap
Leads only to a sour dirt nap.
Left feeling alone and dead,
Wondering where is your head.
For who in their right mind
Could be so evil as to **** mine.
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