take these rotting guts for garters, then go punch holes in the throats of martyrs
i used to
__hate__
cell phones
but now i
__hate__
car accidents
you're so cellulose, now my baby's gone comatose
paroxetine dreams, my sweet
keep quiet or they'll eat you while you sleep
F.T.WillZ-must-die
(i think)
YOU ARE READING
F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)
Poeziei've scoured the internet for these lol
