What is this world? This that used to be made of the Art of Life, but is now replaced with dreams of Orgasm, Temptation, Standing Sex, and Sadistic Desire.
Idly i stare at the Pink Spider who sits in my window. The spider who makes yesterday's dream of a Rocket Dive escape, into the Purple Sky, the reality of Miserable tomorrows.
Laughing, at thoughts of Blue, Vanilla, and a Mad Sky, they all turn into Macabre peals of giggles.
Blurry Eyes of Anubis watch the last song that i cry for with my chance of 50% 50%, Unfinished insanity.
"Crucify My Love!" I scream, "because it is a Longing made up from Mitsu no Tsuba!*"
Sleep or Dead, but who cares? Love is Cash and this is not reality. It's all just a dream. But who knows if I really 'Ain't Afraid to Die?'
Bacteria grows splinters of Doubt, thus changing plans of a Weekend spent Loving You.
Lips Tell... Why my Eyes Love You...
-Krispy Morgan
*Mitsu no Tsuba means Honey and Saliva, just thought you'd like to know. ^.^