name:confussion
one for seven and six for three, there is no heaven and nothings free.
black twist with a jello shooter, satanic mist with a fat hooter.
beautiful, horrific and the moon, six feet under and half past noon.
scar tissue with an open wound, diluated eyes with a swallon woumb.
snap, crackle, and a pop, should of took my heart back on the spot.
crackled laugh with a slit throat, blood red river with a cold dead grip.