Here’s how it is:
We get in; we get out.
No hassle, no room for chance.
A ploy is all; a pick at the universal stitching, a chuckle & retirement.
Life and love in golden villas.
-The End.
PensivePenguin is a member of WMG.
My fears and yours – they can keep their scaly mouths shut. It is time to shut off the oxygen.
And I wonder whilst observing all of this: Have I made a mistake? And the only answer I receive is: Alone.
Burning, yearning, searching, hurting, / Festering, unresting, suggesting GO BLIND!
We each earn our own demise, / Flooded, blooded: dreaming of a life / Which taunted our tears, / With each turn of the year, / Till all we can hear, / Is the creep o’ the night. We each preac…
Midnight monsters, come to feed
Twilight and taunting, haze all bleary and cloaking; viewed from within turns men into monsters and women into wraiths…