my life smells like you,
with the rotten aftermath of this one sided love,
I try to clear the air, try to make the last bit of us smell like flowers,
but by God,
it is always me,
Always me who lays flowers at graves,
When will someone come and ignite love over my corpse?
DECAPITATION love has decapitated me over and overand rebuilt me,to be the Sun that glows,more brightly than any other Star,
and god knows how the pink parts of me, the parts that make up my skin. The epithelial layer of
In everytime Lifetime,you will Find meyou said to me, the last time, so I will wait,whilst I turn myself into