In the dark room
the bodies shall stink
flowers shall bloom
i insist you to drink
If killing’s okay
so why not
to start,
to start with yourself?
She’s feeling fine
in a room full of dead
since there is no mine
so i stayed in bed
For fuck’s sake tell me
(and Ian by the way)
- when will
it end?
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