With out healing from the night before im back at it again
Im a slumped up carcus
In rooms poorly lit
My eyes to low peeking through
Creeses of purgatory.
With scenes that change
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
With out healing from the night before im back at it again
Im a slumped up carcus
In rooms poorly lit
My eyes to low peeking through
Creeses of purgatory.
With scenes that change
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