smell the rose.
sweet inspiration.
does it make you want to f*ck?
then go f*ck yourself.
you're scarred with imperfection, but aren't we all?
harder. does it feel good?
oh how we love the pain.
consume. buy yourself love.
love doesn't want you.
it hurts, but i was born into this. love hurts.
makes me hate you. make me f*ck them.
corrupt minds, thoughts and feelings beauty.
f*ck it hard. harder. f*ck me.
i have. our love is dead.
pain orchestrates this art.
sometimes i feel, but i cant feel.
unwanted by my virgin.
and i'll slice my throat on a thorn of the dead rose you left me with.
and on our last kiss...she leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. dead rose.