Decay is this life, decadent was the last.

[no_series]

My insides echo they scream for what they feel they were. To only look on to what they have become.

I tell u I'm rotting from the inside out. Its true.

I'm your living blow up doll. Yes I said blow up. I'll blow up, doll. (keck)

Hollow am I and drain I do. For people fill me up with everything but glue. I was myself clean, thoroughly from my inadequacy.

Save me. All of it was in a cappella.

Bleached white to inspire some light.

Now stained red.