I walked through the graveyard
That dark, soundless night...
Now lay me down to sleep,
I pray dear LORD my shape to keep...
5 lil sleepin bags jumping one the bed
one fell off and broke its ZIPPER...
She looks in the mirror
every single morning...
We are the seven dead fires,
feel the furry of our knives...
Dont read this ..STOP!
Still Reading ? STOP IT...
There have been some drunken poets
And so many of them are great...
I didn't do a thing to you,
so why all of a sudden am I in the middle...
Ha ha
he he...
As much as you try
Even if you cry...
Here i am laughing at you.
its the funny truth...
Chavity
when you loose your bling...