Pop
internal
explode in my veins, my organs ...
And my eyes that jump off, and from there
MIRO,
sore-sick.
I can see.
Party. You party .
There is no consistency in your words, no desire, no desire, only those WORDS say.
No matter who or how or why.
and I think I can inject, try to elevate
but ended cayƩndome (I'm not as strong as I thought)
Term ***************** accept, that you are who aspires my desire, who will suck a little, he takes them to die elsewhere.
I have seen you do not want to.
I disappear, and it hurts and tears. You
burial.
you cry.
Then and just maybe ... die. ************
RENEW TODAY
in
ALWAYS kill you.
(on me) ***********************
devian art image of Roxana