Chambers Of Suicidal Lust

They say, he, he dreams of fucking a gun Writes like him and death violently eat lunch, chewing while teeth fall out Surely, he's trying to influence screams, suicidal darkness dreams, glamorizing As if it's pretty _ hating one's self always shitty _ never good enough Tell him it's not cool _ he is without … Continue reading Chambers Of Suicidal Lust