the Scarlet, the Scarlet
how high do you fly?
the flame on your wings is as red as the sky
it was truely a sensation
of equal perspiration
when man created you
oh bloody, oh bloody
oh sweet Scarlet you
how lovely and faithiful is this boody do?
a wound that does not sit well
on the gates of true hell
cannot be as grateful as you
oh Ellis, oh Ellis
can you no more feel
the gunshot and root rot of this the old reel?
just a more 0f two tone
makes the soul grow alone
and clams for my only last meal
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:/ this isn't happy..
ReplyDeleteit could be, maybe i actually like running over myself with cars in my spare time :P
ReplyDeleteplus, i am the 'emo kid' dont judge(;
<3
retasess...oh mylanta, i wish that was a word i knew how to use