snakes filth etc
By aiwaz
yr heart is a nest with snake trax all around there are no eggs just cracked pieces of shell lying on the ground yr mind is like a sewer pipe weeping fumes and smoking filth you pollute the purest springs to relieve the stench within keep yr uglieness to yrself we have enough already consume yrself with that you create and let others wall yr tomb cold black alligator blood ideas drowned in mud burning flesh of finer things like blossom bruise of silence sin... Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:17 AM PST 0 • 1
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"yr heart is a nest..."