we all close here, Gold Lips are painted in Daze.
Repay your Domain.
i waited Half the Years here, why is that so Pointless?
Dust it in Vain.
Loathe it Slowly, act unFair.
taste it all like No Ones in Main.
Show Me the damn Night. the Time inwhich you Burden the blunt. make this as we Stand, Pointed Interfer.
Show Me.
Tease it Cautiously, we have No Impair.
Lap it Up into thin air.
Show Me the damn Night. the Time inwhich you Burden the blunt. make this as we Stand, Pointed Interfer.
Show Me.
CHOKETRENDKILL · Mon Sep 03, 2007 @ 02:30am · 0 Comments