Viral Plague

Words burnt in damnation
2002-09-24 04:11:21 (UTC)

Free for All thoughts

Black like coal in mines just waiting to mined, like the
shadows whispering cold necrophila in morgues inside
intestinal fortitude, a real life destruction premire like
the echos and cries of one Paul Riverre. I am the mono that
plagues every second of that lip hugged embrace you gave
into me with. LIKE THE SEWAGE YOU SPEW ME OUT FROM, GREEN
LIKE ENVY AND GREEN LIKE THE SLIME... I could go on and on
but lets move on shall we? Knife, like the zig zag and the
star gazed shine or the smell of freshly cut pine, its no
doubt in my mind that made you just want.. Want to cut the
hand that bleeds cut the needle to the needle hole of your
paper weight existence, NO I AM NOT A PAID ACTOR THIS IS
NOT A SCENE your dying. I could go on and on but...




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