words keep the stars lit
radiating through nature's carpet
I'll teabag your favorite artist
in rehab with yay & molly, blazing chronic
turning your mom's into Waysaholics
Today's obselete, tomorrow's nothing
sorrow lovely, at the bar, had one drink
think it was filled with urination
wanna kill this pure frustration
drill a weird slut's face in with a Phillips screw driver
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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