It sits with me well
not to albeit thine stomaches
For he will become the knot
and the basis for my tree

My toxins be bled
Now we shall know
purity

Sin with me in dark little castles
Tighten your corset until your breast
are level with your eyes
Let me chase you up spiral staircases
I beg that you hide from me
and leave me beads of sweat to track you by

It bodes well for me that speed
impresses you
Thousands of hours
just watching you eat fruit
Another decade spent watching you sleep

I believe in due time
nothing at all will happen
For in my head you will stay and
I believe you'll find it warm there

But if you should see it fit
to travel toward thine cock
Believe you me that the stomach
will get you

Twist you up he will
Contort you into a shape
You were never meant to make

As the stomach ropes your feet
You can bite through its walls
And staring down at your head
You must never make eyes with me

Just blow me away for all eternity
You cock sucking idea
that should have never left my head

02/24/2008

Posted on 02/25/2008
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