Stuck Sea Side.
my eyes, my eyes
like butterflies.
growing older
with molding lies.when the black sun rises in the east, murder is on the horizon and hate is marching steady. surrounded by locks of gold turned sour, and skin, covered with a knack for making injustice suit, black feathers fly due south to neverland. batallions of misguided criminals walk, their ( Read more... )
like butterflies.
growing older
with molding lies.when the black sun rises in the east, murder is on the horizon and hate is marching steady. surrounded by locks of gold turned sour, and skin, covered with a knack for making injustice suit, black feathers fly due south to neverland. batallions of misguided criminals walk, their ( Read more... )
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