Expect the rise of My stubborn star, to shine on Your ruined carcass.
Month: September 2020
Lying Eyes
Kitten dreams mayhem, Babadook dreams flowers, bliss. My eyes, don’t trust ‘em.
Brand New Bag
Wait until they get A load of me, my death bag Big enough for all.
Karma
Murdered soul will soon Reincarnate, my spirit Drives your coffin nails.
Tainted
Were I to wipe your Stain from my shoe, still would I Require a shower
Stench
Lilac scent and the Lavender do not mask your Putrefying foul.
