Lucifer devoured my ego and soul. His hot, paralyzing thumbs browsed my denuded body. His aura was furthermore malodorous and displeasing than the angst that fired upon my frail, adolescent heart. His feverish gaze that could make mourning widows weak on their knees and pungent in their stomachs. The remarkably satisfying, ivory skin held such unimaginable and lustrous glow. The slicked back hair exhibited his forehead, which seemed to posses nothing more or less than barbarian wisdom. I could almost feel my soul abandoning my body right after his lips urged onto my own, arousing a jeopardy so erratic and abominable that could lead the most virginal and glorified souls to deviate towards pleasure inferno.
If you’re hungry, you can’t be lazy. You must listen, learn, work, and read in order to make the means to eat, and feed, your appetite of aspiration and opportunity. Satisfy both your stomach and soul. feed me more
Will you be at my funeral? I think of it as a lonely place A daily thought I usually face Sometimes I look at a friend And I think to myself Would they be at my funeral Would they attend? It's not a beautiful answer Not in my head
******* at the shoes And stuck in the Time Warp Imagine that If you get caught in a problem Hope I can take care of you
******* at the shoes A simple beat A promising feeling Waking in the morning Feeling the place in my heart
A heart's a place Where keep that key Every now and then Channeling the inner fury The visions slip into time
The pervading norm Be a normal citizen With a heart of gold Cause this is a heart of silver In a gold mine Of strangers Of this purple Haze Finished in a black handbag The same gun The purse carries Things that keep trapped hearts Shut The same hall you've been through With some fool's dream Or nightmare of the city lights Around the star's constellation The person that you were Will not be the same, to you once more
You could inspire a nation If you were the right color Of a white yet black race