Creations

Hes sick hes pulling the skin right from his bones and in the seperation she will unfold shell unfold in this seperation leave the seems you were nothing but tearing fabric sewn together by dark romantics unwiding her threads string by string the fakest skin she was born by mechanical building made of fabric strings and elastic she was diseased piece after piece and the struggeling was killing me he spun her around and around beating her down, down, down shes was false she was nothing at all that stare and i havnt seen you Machines built her Is there space between us and the love machine I saw the threads in her eyes he spent his time on your hands designing and sewing your mind he spent his time on your hands