Contemptuous whore, come to the rocks, come to where I can grab you by your ankles and drown you of your sins. Come to the seaside and feel yourself come ininin... into the waves with me. Into your karmatic bath. Hang by your thumbs as you fight for breath and slowly drown on your actions...
Down, down down...
Drown... drown... drown...
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Dark Woods Circus
PoetryWelcome to the Dark Woods Circus, the place of your dreams [nightmares]... Come! Walk around this Utopia!