03 // Accidental Poetry? [text only, camera is carefully blocked]

[rain_of_bullets]

There's an angry beast inside me
tearing at MY SOUL
the darkness surrounds me like the wings of an angel of death full of DARKNESS

it eats me up like fresh craft dinner
the poison of synthetic cheese leaking into my very soul
will I ever be free?

No. Because I'm a zombie asshole who eats all the leftovers and never does any fucking housework.

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Comments

[1week_wizard]

Atrocious.

[rain_of_bullets]

Gesundheit.

[1week_wizard]

I should certainly hope you did not write this drivel.

[rain_of_bullets]

Nope.

[1week_wizard]

How fortunate.

[rain_of_bullets]

What do you care? Just ignore it if it bothers you so much.

[1week_wizard]

I don't have to justify myself to you.

[rain_of_bullets]

I don't give a shit either way. You're the one whining here.

[1week_wizard]

How rude.

[rain_of_bullets]

You're still here?