Bath
May 3rd, 2012, 07:10 PM
Air around me is damp
Could be blood on my hands
Who is to tell me that my life is priceless?
I will gash open my edges
Breathe in dirt
Stab your heart
And then never cry again.
You are full of lust covered in sunshine dust,
Disgusting as me but locked in.
Could be blood on my hands
Who is to tell me that my life is priceless?
I will gash open my edges
Breathe in dirt
Stab your heart
And then never cry again.
You are full of lust covered in sunshine dust,
Disgusting as me but locked in.