

The Wages Of SinMy heart breaks off in your hand, I'm a mess, but I sure clean up nice. They say I can't sing, But a nightingale wears a red dress. My heart in your hand, Like an old rich aunt dies, But I have no inheritance to give. And my red dress drips, Drops To the floor, I'm exposed. My nest has flown to you. Looming, careless, you trip. My heart Is no more.The Wages Of Sin
Filled-out red dress Deflates, I'm empty inside. I know this is the wages of sin.


She wondersShe wonders where the missing pieces went. She wants the goddamn picture to be whole. The laughs ring bells. The ghosts do not pay rent, Though she lives less a life, without a soul. The infestation brings no noxious gas, The broken picture gathers filmy dust. No lives are ruin'd, save hers, which does not pass. A picture frame hangs empty with exhaust. An empty room with ghosts of mem'ries lies, Containing dreams of pictures not quite whole Within a girl who laughs without her eyes As bells laugh, ringing, calling none at all. She wonders where the missing pieces went, &She wonders


Eidetic Conversion TheoryBubble bubble bubble gum. Oh my god, here I come. Across the trodden earth.Eidetic Conversion Theory
Smile brightly; smile. Oh no, oh no. Oh, no. Break my teeth upon the air, Lunge for the sun toward the ground. Smile brightly; smile.
Lecherous. Insidious. Pleasant. Broken, broken. Emptied from the inside out. Broken, broken. Discomfort. Silence. Ramshackled.
Smile brightly, smile.
Gates of life part, That from in is out. What was sin has turned to doubt. Splintered, splintered.
Smile brightly, smile. T
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