crude lwed kid

tho my dahws are cleaner

I want someone I love to beat the shit out of me. Maybe then I'd wake up.

come over here  im cold and you’re the closest thing to a blanket i’ve got

of the things you hate about you  there’s that one you cant seem  to kill.

in the murk of the river styx i find an air pocket  it’s in the curl of my fetal heart im petrified to move  out of fear what will come. so i stay down there in the muck the gross disgust hoping the air wont run out. 

I need permission to desecrate my altar I need the word for me to move I need permission to desecrate my altar I need to know you approve, otherwise nothing goes down I need permission to desecrate my altar I need permission to rearrange my pieces I need permission for the pieces to unfold I want permission to fall apart  

im trying hard to give a shit but it’s just not working out. you are literally the worst and boring as fuck. just start again, and this time try, try to do a better job

But, fret not my little pretties There’s enough to go around.

the stars above die. why the fuck would you live forever?

logic diverged, gone = deep poetry.

young cocksuckers dream of distant lands where they’re      raised free-range. of roman capitals, and bath houses      full of. of happiness, ringing ringing ringing young cocksuckers dream      while choking Choke Choke Cant breathe on their dream. Dont we all have a little      cocksucker      in us