Oh my beloved muse, sing me songs of death and dreams. Bless me with thy beauty curse, and cradle me like a loving nurse. Ache my veins with the perfect dosage, Dead but not near the deadly phase; Send me back to the cold-bitter ice age. Sink your venom of dreams onto me, That warm poison which shall leave me a amputee, As I plea for more as you seductively tease me. Soon my flesh will sear and...
In the mood for sadistic and fucked up sex.
Shot up a whole 20 of Blacktar and it wasnt...
Lets pray for an overdose