Burgundy walls with a wet floor. Pentagram painted on my front door. Can't even talk to others, they claim I'm a bore. I can't help it as that's who I am at the core.
Getting up, and laying down seems to be my only cycle. I try to switch it up so I pace in my kitchen with a knife like Micheal.
Mires are the only thing that I cross, I enjoy the damp and lining my pockets with moss.
Darkness is my shadow in the cover of night. You must be dumb if you don't expect a fight. All it takes is one good blow then your soul is in flight. I truly can't believe that you questioned my might. Fingering that pussy, man that shit is so tight. Rigor mortis kicking in but that ain't a blight, if I keep going then I won't see the light but that's alright.
Getting up, and laying down seems to be my only cycle. I try to switch it up so I pace in my kitchen with a knife like Micheal.
Mires are the only thing that I cross, I enjoy the damp and lining my pockets with moss.
Darkness is my shadow in the cover of night. You must be dumb if you don't expect a fight. All it takes is one good blow then your soul is in flight. I truly can't believe that you questioned my might. Fingering that pussy, man that shit is so tight. Rigor mortis kicking in but that ain't a blight, if I keep going then I won't see the light but that's alright.
