How did we get here,
The Downfall of the Country.
We got Lives in the streets
Russia in the sheets,
people saying blue and black
How did we get here,
people cant breathe
life on a ventilator
How did we get here
flying on a plane
coming for the sane
How can we do this
flying by the sat
living in the streets
What can we do
all is feeling blue and true
feeling
something
alone
How can we stop this
Running from the cops
sitting on the top
What do we do now
all us fleeting crowds
How we make it stop
Determines our final spot
About the Creator
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas3 days ago in Horror
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