10:50 pm
c i n n a m o n r o l l
//written by ; m e //
i want to die
so come along, to say hi.
say hi to death
who loves us all
who wants our souls
and cinnamon rolls.
let's slit our wrists
and cry out loud,
in the dark all alone
it brings horrid memories that are
dug into every bone.
the darkness takes over
and monsters cease the night,
giving us all a scare and a fright.
they will make us
scream and cry
and shake.
they will make you hurt
till your heart starts to ache.
so say hi to death
who loves us all
who wants our souls
and cinnamon rolls.
(literally i might make this a song i kid you not, i don't know though)
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
