sickness bitch
why i'm so icy
dead body
rock hard
now floppy
a skeleton
Balenciaga
velcro tops
a copy
a fabrication
pics of the graveyard
talkin bout nuts
bove a victorian
strapped kicks
with the white dress
you looked so pretty
you said you look dead
don't mean to bore ya
but my aspect picking
eats away at my skin
self parasitic
i need to vent these bugs and sins
double dutchin my lacerations
i ripped all my peaces
try to glue it all together
safe to say i'm under the weather
drippin nose, six feet
don't get too close
unless you want to
aha, who knows?