Isn't dying wonderful? Loss is happiness Crying is joy Little bitches surround me in this forsaken place entrails line the wall brains scatered about like inteligent dust veins hang off the ceiling like abhorrant christmas decorations eyes looking at me from everywhere i'm drowning in a sea of eyeballs..... I drink blood like juice yes...juice oh, how warm the blood feels as it cascades down my neck blood i want blood blood i want blood slicing necks oh, how beautiful that red fountain is ohhhhhhhhhh so rich madness consumes us all the knife flashes and you are mine
Reason for writing:
..i'm going slightly mad....
Birth sign: Virgo
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