Never thought the intent to harm
Thought she was a floaty flower
Wanna **** him till the light of dawn
He was to be devoured
Warmth lack of clarity inside, a little bit
Congregate where the bodies drained now, smells like florentine bedsheets
What a slave to it
A slave to it
A body without a soul
What a slave to it
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
Never thought the intent to harm
Thought she was a floaty flower
Wanna **** him till the light of dawn
He was to be devoured
Warmth lack of clarity inside, a little bit
Congregate where the bodies drained now, smells like florentine bedsheets
What a slave to it
A slave to it
A body without a soul
What a slave to it
