kill me now i dont care how sword or gun as long as its done make this breath my last just hurry up and make it fast end this life now end my heavenly strife make it go away as blood drips from the knife the time is now ripe please wipe away these sins… Continue reading poem from a rusty plastic boy
Tag: lusts
philosophy
I know my fate. I know my destiny. It is the same as his. It is the same as hers.
Meat Locker
Feel like forgotten meat inside this freezer world. I see the other slabs as they decay and mold. I want to grab the butchers, open up their throats. Just wash the blood with bleach and ease the flesh which bloats.