Death Apon Kerosene
We have kerosene
pasty white hands and you never thought death was so scary.
I'm calling but your listening...
Breathing hurts my body
I am becoming weak and destructed
Alone because you are already dead.
pasty white hands and you never thought death was so scary.
I'm calling but your listening...
Breathing hurts my body
I am becoming weak and destructed
Alone because you are already dead.
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Stumbled on a writing I did years back I think I was 15 or 16 when I wrote this thought id share.