instrumental bullshit
This obsession with this person is causing me to go round in circles inside. The words they repeat in my head, the sounds are a maze of feelings all clashing with one another.It was in your eyes, the intensity. The knives that cut when i hear you sing.False memories are created in my fascination.
Lately I am a vampyre taking from those that lack wit to see my abuse. But he is a model of selfishness. Sleeping beside regret is not how it should be. I forget the time and then its over before it began."Intimate slow hands you let the face slap around your self."
Lately I am a vampyre taking from those that lack wit to see my abuse. But he is a model of selfishness. Sleeping beside regret is not how it should be. I forget the time and then its over before it began."Intimate slow hands you let the face slap around your self."