Rusty nails rip through the sails as people hunt for killer whalesThere are empty pools and jester fools who attend flameing schoolsThe juggulars juggel, is like the smuggulars smugleSitting next to Jesus, I wonder who to kill, for the thrill, for my thrill.While I rip the hair out of me, I wish for you to see, see the pain you put me through, the things your mind won’t belive is true.

By munkeey

Im male and currently 15