It was six months ago today when you drew your final breath.When I found you in my kitchen, I learned about your death.
I am a small lonely dog,
Whot has been left in the streets.
I am smaller than a pig,
Sacrificing Meal
Sacrificing Mirage,
Love, what is love ?
Is it a person?
Is it a place?
Is it a thing ?
Can love be measured?
There is freedom, and there is the life of innocents. Both must be balanced on the scale.
Tell her not to the do it but she did it uhh. am fuck wit her tell her vanila am not going
Tell her not to the do it but she did it uhh. am fuck wit her tell her vanila am not going
as i drill them cheeks
pumping to the beat
of every moan you shreak
and i send a fleet
of little me's
Animals are bieng abused every day
Not being treated
Justly, fairly, or even kindly
Sitting down on the rocky ledge
My eyes stray to a dark black figure
