I see you. Down on the front line. Such a sight. For sore eyes. You're a suicide. . Makeover. Plastic eyes. Lookin' through a numbskull. Self-effaced.
Ready for a cheap escape. On the brink of self destruction. Widespread panic. Broken glass inside my head. Bleeding down these thoughts of. Anguish... mass confusion.
I have a private hell. of excellent quality. i've dwelt there for years. playing with my tears. it's tasteful, luxurious. and full of sexuality. . And though there are tears.