Acids, love and sulphur
Were the things that killed her
And crystals in her blood
Of cyanogen and mud
Gave her bruised heart
A breathful of mirth
She had lost her love to these
To the steroids of peace
And when cocaine earned her faith
She found ecstasy in death
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ReplyDeleteand u jus wrote jim morrison's biography.
and do i even need to tell u that ur good?
try readind william blake : auguries of innocence.
damn good...and amazingly morbid.....great debut....
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