Fuck Her Like You Paid For It

she was blue light holiday.
this kids’ smell could burn out the moon.
i sat and smiled with the gunman.
he seemed okay, and I knew that I was too.
it will die, but does it feel a thing?
let me pass the bomb.
don’t worry about anything I’m here to take care of you.
cum whore, when are you working my way, cunt?