swollen

03 Feb 2006

·rossi

i repulse myself prick, prick, prick spill the blood to release poison black red suffocates my cells in these walls i face white lies, white skin transparent with faint blue streaks not sunlight yeild to broken arrows on the veins twisted fences samshed to the ground smirk and laugh to fill smoke flows and turns

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