Drown Me
By Abyssia
Thick, pure, choking As it surrounds me. I drown a little more With each gasp. One can only take So much virtuousity. Make me holy, make me sane Baptized by bubbles that Threaten my life .... Drink and be saved. My sins are lost within The depths of the wholesome. Too much to handle, I swallow what I can. Liquid salvation -- Soured by my presence. Christen me in diluted milk And suffocate my soul.Cooooorny! :) Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 03:24 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Thick, pure, choking..."