Literature
sextiotre
my tongue tastes like
lemon ice box pie, i
keep falling asleep
and i have no idea why
cotton
candy
raves
parlor
trick
bones
you don't need
to force opinions
down the throat
of a corpse; well,
you don't need to
force anything down
a corpse, unless you're
into that
dollhouses and
baby pink, she
wears three colors
and none of them
are black; how does
she survive in a
world so dark
i'm in love with
macabre: i think
that art was meant
to be dark and
emotional
(black and
blue, all
the way)
i can see ken
looking at
me, telling
me i'm better
than his girl
and that i'll
always be better;
he said he could
give me the world,
i got potential,
shar
