Presentia.
Johnny | 11 April 2006, 2:36pmHere I come, O Masters of pain
here I come, not to go invain.
Where art thou? my sweet whores
You make me cry, from all my holes.
Loser, they say, for I am Undone
Solace I find in the simple fun.
Elle, are all I seek
Rest of 'em being simple leak.
I found a soul so true
yet she has to go me through.
When she seems to be the one
I stumble upon a one more one.
Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: The sound of my UPS
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