dont know how to be this fabric that lives in your curtains i wont be a motion that resurfaces ur inertia and i dont need your ******* approval to know that im worth it
id **** all your mistakes if i knew that i was wolf it and id light myself on fire becux i know that i deserve it but not before i wrapped myself in colors and dived dead into a whirlwind far back before u ****** those mannequins licking pins
in human gold skin, it is in the spirit that u live in, the past of your family and the life that they kept living in, u are the space beneath a
curdled  and rotting  white wind, that rots my insides while u are next to me sleeping in
i already died for u bitchs and for all of ur sins
i died and left alreayd u dont need to take this in
but u keep returning to your sleeeping in
when u know that your torso is steady leaving skin
u got nothing to look forward too when you are already a living breathing sin
and that is it
and your *** reflects your past
and the people u defeated
im just ur new dead weakness
and ur trying to improve on completely depleted