rooms a mess,
bed unmade,
hair in disstress,
man i love to get layed.
chocolate shrooms,
and purple haze,
laying in my room i love to blaze.
she sits here in a mental institution thinking of a morbid solution,
to the pain that dries her heart to stone,
crying to the night fearful and alone.
demons lurk in the shadows of the night,
childeren scream crying with fright,
for a soul has been lost,
another life taken,
and now she waits to become the forsaken.
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