Botulism
Really Corrupt
- Joined
- Jun 19, 2023
- Messages
- 435
- Thread Author
- #1

I'm fourty years old.
My heartbeat slows as I breathe in and out
God, fleeting ecstacy! Come back to me, come, come...
Let me swallow a ball of opium.
Dancing with wide-open eyes, like a ghost's
Your black teeth embrace, a nostalgic fancy
I feel the love, I feel the sacred, I feel the warmth
To fall in love with you is like falling for a priest.
I'm fourty years old.
God, I'm a fucking hag, are I not?
Pathetic, the only things I have left
Are father's shooting skills and you
My bottle of wine, and my love...
To Hell with this depression,
Life is too short for such things!
LET US PARTY, LET US LOVE, let us LIVE!

COMING SOON
Last edited:




















