Dec 14, 2005 21:11
Crackle resounds between the distance
The silence of the sounds
That are made
As impact
Befalls your (fucking) precious
Face
As your mind implodes
Due to the amount of incredulous changes
To which it befalls
(you don't know I will nurse you)
But don’t hurt her
You have already had me to slaughter
And I decorated beautifully
So distastefully disgusting
Just for you
Leave her be
Leave her be
Leave her be
Leave her be