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Imma scrub 'till my face is long gone, flatten up my nose, pop out my eye-balls, curl up my lips, push my ears in from the sides, so I can't hear the lies, but I can't decide, how far I should go, now I'm almost at my toes, each hair I pulled out, the smoothness of my skin reveals what I'm all about, fingernails, wrinkles, what else without a shout? without a word from my mouth, I simply take out, now I'm scrubbing so hard my skin turning red, beneath the hotness of the sun I laid and I bled, waiting for the return to the holiest of places, where recognition of self no longer requires faces, I turned myself inside out to repent my sins, what else can I do without? cut off my limbs? if you say so then I will take the shower of cleanse, but it seems in the dark underworld I blend, I was fooled by my perception of aesthetic trends, take me away, no longer can I mend... |