May 2013
What a ****** up
Corpse strewn
gorgeous globe
I see.
The one's who aren't dead
are scarred and scared,
and they mutilate themselves
and bury their names.
But an image of what was
always remains.
Corpse strewn
gorgeous globe
I see.
The one's who aren't dead
are scarred and scared,
and they mutilate themselves
and bury their names.
But an image of what was
always remains.
Written by
The Darkness
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