#πμblu ,(see u all the time)

#πμblu i need too slow down I have no voice b4 this come back around Jus a crash course perched upon this stone hidden within this garden of graves my skins as pale as bone haven't seen the sun in days & so alone as watch the moon fades step through step through this undead state of comprehension, A physical manifestation of cognative regression. Wrought so within skin its like im void of release 2 this posion within... ...my soul. Rotten hole. Blacker than most ever know. No room too grow. Just explode, just unload. No one gets out whole.