Chloe [ G*Star Ent.]

I'm wasting away.
I find time to pine.
When pining away my time.
Within sin
With no redemption
We will find our souls
and the shells they're kept in
all wasted away.
Blessed are the sick in me.
The prey, the thrill, the chill
and we are martyrs that crumble on time.
Predestination.
We'll stop upon dimes.
Demons in, demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
Bored.
I'm the matador of the children's ward.
Beggars wed choosers.
Red sheets.
Bed sheets.
Boozers.
I'm the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.
RIP Grandma *IV.III.MCMXXX -III.XI.MMIX*