Is half of what I feel,
It will take more than a year
For this wound to heal
When has telling the truth
Become such a sin
And speaking out what you feel
Destruction within?
Making the right decision
So morally incorrect
And trying to save your own life
A cause for reject?
Pointing a finger
To the ones without blame
Running your mouth
Without any shame
But to point to a criminal
We think once or twice
Like betting a million dollars
When throwing the dice
We wont know the outcome
Its all left to chance
They will turn on us
We know in advance
Sing like a canary
Dont say the truth
Step on the little one
Cus they wont hurt you







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Clubs:
MAGGOT-CORE :[link]"
~Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission~
you have a pleasant gallery
yourself. i like the one random sketch in scraps. writing is astonishing to though
--
I AM SICK DRAWING IS MY THERAPY
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