All of my spite leaves these thin pages blank
Malicious intent and hope that a boat could of sank.
With walkers in two's surrounding the center
The contemplation of craters will always surrender
To this, my last heartless letter of prose
and my disgusting apparitions of Emily Rose.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
All of my spite leaves these thin pages blank
Malicious intent and hope that a boat could of sank.
With walkers in two's surrounding the center
The contemplation of craters will always surrender
To this, my last heartless letter of prose
and my disgusting apparitions of Emily Rose.