blades, pills, the rope
they'll never fulfill the pleasure i seek
cut, cut, cut
swallow, swallow, swallow
hop off the stool
choke, choke, choke
it's never enough i tell myself
chop, chop, chop
swing my axe
oh the bliss
chop, chop, chop
sing a sweet toon
oh what i do will make you sick
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Wandering Into the Mind
Poesíathese are just random poems i make while i'm bored - some may not be recommended for younger people
