The glass is a cold wet blanket. I wish we could just forget it, these damn dolls licking my body while you watch.
I want your sickness as I can tell you want mine, sexuality sickness life is a rapist.
A rapist we are just suppose to forgive and say, that is life.
I am ready to grow trees with you, make skin babies with our scars.
This love thing is amazing and fucked up. I would not have it any other way, any other life, one of those past ones.
They do not matter more.
To be honest, these guards are fucking crooked like drunk shoes, old lies.
We are so good at it. Lick my body, these cities are our graveyards.
By far, you are the best dirty dirt I ever tasted