smell the rose.
sweet inspiration.
does it make you want to f**k?
then go f**k yourself.
you're scarred with
imperfection, but aren't we all?
harder. does it feel good?
oh how we love the pain.
consume. buy yourself love.
love doesn't
want you.
it hurts, but i was born into this. love hurts.
makes me hate you. make me f**k them.
corrupt minds, thoughts and
feelings beauty.
f**k it hard. harder. f**k me.
i have. our love is dead.
pain orchestrates this art.
sometimes i feel, but i
cant feel.
unwanted by my virgin.
and i'll slice my throat on a thorn of the dead rose you left me with.
and on our last
kiss...she leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. dead rose.
