Here comes the bride,
So thin but with a mind so wide,
She's beautiful and crying,
And inside dying,
With taunting life,
Within her womb,
Beckoning her ultimate doom,
Before she was a wife,
She screwed a man,
Or two,
Maybe even a woman,
And now she goes boo-hoo.
The End!
All I do is scream,
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
 Cloom · Thu Oct 28, 2010 @ 09:20am · 0 Comments |
