The floral landscape weep swirling in this concoction Absent mind within a paradoxical sleep
After filling my prescription the warnings weed devoid I never knew the horror that would be this day’s end At first I was exalted, but it was just a facade I had become an empty shell and unrecognizable effigy Forced on concupiscence blocking the hormones that kept me incandescent Perineum on the verge of explosion inevitable rectal prolapse
Blood squirting out like an oil well Pus spewing out of my cock My balls are splitting in half. My body aches with discomfort As the pain shoots through my calves Acroanesthesia which limb will you forfeit cranking on the tourniquet
I Collapse down to my knees All of my muscles contracted Veins raging inside on fire Soaked in this transformation
The floral landscape weep Swirling in this concoction Absent mind within A paradoxical sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
