Weapons with black grips.
Average life of a massacre.
Twenty to 25
The wallet reflects on the
Passenger.
With ammunition not
For beginners or amateurs.
Steven. The meat cleaver wielding
Man with a mask.
And a savage urge...
But I'm transexual. If this the show
You been asking for...
I glitterize the fan fiction writers. With a parallel universe.
Staring at the ceiling revealing
Scary words.
I say so the demons dont carry hurt
While they share my words.
Like I'm barely searched.
I rarely turn.
To tearing up my stomach.
Prayers for me.
Tear my dreams.
Into a vital heart that cant keep pumping.....
**** assumptions.
Barely clean. A dairy cream
That turns to vomet. In my stomach.