The 2 A.M Writer

Cotton Mouth

Numb her teeth and take the cavity

Shoot for the sun and land in the mud

I don't think it's worth the lust

 

Burn the bridge and make her cry

Aim for the moon and hit the heart

I can't even make my actions just

 

 Burn her hair and kill her idols

Soak the skies and wet her pulse

Now she really loves me

 

Close her sores and stitch her mouth

Don't scream and wait, hide and run

I can now admit I'm just a creep

 

 

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2017 11:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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