Saturday, February 15, 2020

+=- A skull for my heart

A skull for my heart
I wear withered whispers on my face
Electric toast, self toasting, self tasting, never leave the garage again
Combs with a secret handshake
When to inoculate onion cobras.. wait until the cheese wears off
O come all ye ink
Watching bubbles hide glass orbs
Who's mad at floating?