im back, i haventb een on wc3searchs lyke 4 2 years. totally forgot about it.
when the sky is black, its cuz of denmark
no needs for prose when theres roses
you denied filth, i rose my fist
your jaw cracked, everyone laughed
but not your lover, he was a game over.
cutting wrists, last thing on his list
he vomited in his mouth, inflicted by the youth.
it could go on forever, but the neon in my fever
restricts me, strictly to be...
a thougtful guy