devil’s disguise

tylerintheclouds

a misfit in your eyes

dress code: devil’s disguise

lean on your shoulder

to smoke, weep and die

eternal life support

would you be so kind?

all the people breathe for you

the world spins on your command

selfish afflictions push aside my affection

spiralling in an ongoing rejection

both hands gripped on your waistline

tilted like pisa in the vanilla kitchen

give me the glory i possess for you

  • Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2021 10:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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