It catches at the edge The very corner of my eye, before
Classic Murder Mystery
You are invited to die--- I mean dine, of course
Metallic Chocolate
Chocolate covered razor blades Gives an iron taste To ripped up tongues
By Kel Dayheart
It catches at the edge The very corner of my eye, before
You are invited to die--- I mean dine, of course
Chocolate covered razor blades Gives an iron taste To ripped up tongues
Fragment of a Figment 