Tuesday 9 March 2010

it's three eighteen, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen, the minutes are hours, the hours are days, i've been away for every day and every fucking night, i've seen your eyes, i've seen your eyes, i whispered in her ear; fear me dear, for i am death, i whispered in her ear ; you better fear me dear, for i am death, i'll take this shit you call a life in a single fucking breath, i've said it before and i'll say it again, if you think you're alive then you're better off dead, i've said it before and i'll say it again, if you think you're alive then you're better off dead.

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