Submissions by Toxic

I killed masef wit links. Buried ma taughts wit inks. Crosses on ma minds deck.. I even wore chaplets on ma neck.. Lord, words r gun yt i shot many jst for fun. Suicide, homicide, genocide, slaughterin wit ma gun(pen) beside..  Excuse ma reasons, i grow worst by seasons... Worthless of dis breathe u gave. Ur lyf 4 myn u sold to save... Flies on ma mouth... Am rotten til ma blood n all about... Am on flesh n weak... No mesh to fold ma sins in holy week... Miracles came for d show... I misunderstand best wat i know... Please find wisdom in ma selfishness today.. Giv me a gd name though i ve...

Travelin was a gd idea nt til u stole my idea... Ya cunt on ma tongue, tins wia too gud 2feel wrong... I signed ur visa...  What was dat ur name again,  Lisa? U tuk ma passport...  Hands on ur breasts tuk u to d sea port. Your moan was a mockery. U went abroad me suckery. Terms u said, b4 i cum.. Sperms i paid encore 4sum. I made u travel no plane bt bed. U owe me sumtin, mek me go laid

Eyes clozd was abyss. Stars slept amidst..... Singin birds on pollin dreams... Swingin beds on rollin streams ... Here d Devil serves me...... Wealth n ladies no fee. D world in ma palms, prove ur wise is in ur arms...... HE IS D HE IS THAT HE IS.  Think and ansa me. Who realy R We?

Material i learnt futifies beauty... But nw i scent u it eclates wit ur nudy........ Brown tits, thick ripe clits....  An adventure ma dick honors wit kicks... I made u rain in ur sunshine... Yt u complain u want my fun sixty nine.... No drums, no pianos, ur sweats gave rum, ur breasts i played lyk notes. She closd ha eyes. If dis was ha death, she was wiling for trice. Dat soft moan, ur tempo i made groan. I've neva been in a pro studio but i produced ha heart's beat wit Fellatio.  

I dont even know what time it is... But certainty says its one of those darkest times fear pleads... I could notice nothin. D films in all eyes were off shottin. .... Beauty could take no award but this voic was d sole reward. Watchd d kiss of larmented moments, d romanc of tormented comments. No bird did sing, no bell did ring. Stars put d cameras On, dance of ma heart beat was d music On... She must have borowed Jackson his voic before he died . I nodded in slumber this romantic silence of d night as i listend to nothing deep inside .. .