Creeks In Your Heart

Creeks in your heart flower the moss that stagnates blood is red rubied and frozen dead it is protoplasmic is my guess rooted deep check with floss slights and rejects have numbed you sad emotional rocks and hearty shocks have slithered in snakey and they are sinking glad poison is sinewed and wide spread if there is anything sourer than sour then it is you my lad! any sharp look pierces in like broken glass onlooker is enemy that you wished were dead down eyed not syndromed so you live breaths do come and go-life does not violence builds in grey not escaping though you wish with impotent futility to give them all back dear boy! hold on to all you got here is another SACK! over the brink and good gaud (with him yeah) solid dead!