Wednesday 5 March 2008 photo 2/4
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I feel it welling up inside And Robert Smith lied, Boys do cry and with Blood tears in my eyes I’m an Anne Rice novel come to life. I can’t hide the monster anymore. One can, only feel desolate for so long until One starts to change into Something the mirror doesn’t recognize Metamorphosize The darkness has been biding it’s time To claim its latest victim Fresh meat for carnal desires To become, what I became I viewed the sun for the last time bra, bra! Jävligt bra !
Annons