#Tommys dead

Lifes a bitch I have dreams better then it , # Tommys dead . Half Blind lame and deff , a fucking Floteing head a lost step lighting to roating flesh, emostionless strate face fake smile true froun, Barry my torso and cremate my legs , a tore soul with spit for spirit , and dewindeld breath might as well be raped in a casket for a carkus , melted buy plastic , trash is what’s left, what’s next , my thoughts just left , right handed with my hart on my left #tommys dead a walking zombie spead with armor of led and with wounds that wont mend , tend to kindel the fire of melting soul and smoke for disier , if heat rizes is it realy hell or heaven thats hotter ?, ain’t no mortar but they send the milk drinker to the slaughter , half empty or half full with cup of bowling water for this fucking fruit vegetable sacraficeing inasint children fuck I’ll probly never be a father , in hell hope exhell all need won’t and desire , t# Tommy’s dead throw him in the fire , never amounted to shit To that I inspire , I be preachen to the qwier , like a komakozy sewaside bomber , a flake throwing a flyer sloppy tucking writer jag wiering the wire of a spider I’m a soyeyd siyer