Anxiously anticipating
A sprout of life anew...
Come ride with me
\'Cross a sea of fluff...
My lovely, darkest angel
Your tears of angst burn holes in my flesh...
Anxiously anticipating
A sprout of life anew...
His existence is only of a dreamt angel,
A soul without shape, my refuge...
I can see what's coming,
I knew it all along...
"You are a unique individual--just like everybody else." |
"School is that everyday torture of our bodies, our brains, and our souls. By the time we graduate we'll all need exorcisms..." |
"The truth is like anal sex-- it hurts no matter how big it is..." |