Narrcist on it's...
weapon beholder may he
kiss the stones of the bloody ashes
across the casket it's a
carcus on the ground from beelzebub
may the parlors paint it
waterfalls behind the river skulls
drip sorrows more and more
loath myself with bullets of that caliber heaven made in
let my shadows speak of
don't let the weak of
speak the frozen tounges within the polyester fabric
witch craft in
Tie a noose on my neck then get the guillotine on
My teeth consumes the nicotine in a
patience of pressures
complication myself
see this hell
alcoholism in my blood
while I cry black tears
I lost my friendship of someone with in
numb numb numbness is what I am
time ticks off my life span
will I live up to 21 or is it overkill
overdose over- use
under my influence over the surface
this surface of layers of my depression
over sessions of my bruised arms
frozen face frozen heart