In my anger closed a burning of cold freezing flames that constant my rage as I plunge it's run grips pressure pound speed.
The tangles in twisting fatal bread working my inners to outcome it's escape freeing freed.
The indigenous endogenic pathology of my silent it's soundless sleep.
I never let go a greatful good of it's tamed slip straight sweet.
Textures of room in flower rose a great graining drapes that sing a soothing sound it's my visions visual viscose giving crude.
Frictions in spry of spoil deed.
A fact about a day of great shit in shapes it's shade they try to give me shame.
Fuck there constant concept of confusing loud mouth of stuiped soiled spill.
The bullshit they often always try to fill and spray speak with there stupid say.....
© she licks my heart's desire