The black hole of humanity
with hatred dripping from our flesh
no more empathy for you and me
it's much too late to confess
What have you done?
what are you afraid of now?
what have you done?
no-one asked us how
Seek out solitude
I thought of you
We built a nest out of our trash
There's not much left up here for me to do
except for breathing in the ash
The black hole of humanity
with hatred dripping from our flesh
no more empathy for you and me
it's much too late to confess
what have you done?
what are you afraid of now?
what have you done?
no-one asked us how
words do not suffice to outline this rich blast of sinster-slick sick slime. Leopards of Flower babies with their own unique voice that is all distinctive and beautiful.
☆faviAnt ☆♡daughterCult☆ via that PieceoFShovE ♧♡ ☆R●gR4f☆
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