Tamara Foldes

Crucify me

Tamara Foldes
Crucify me

71 Plays

29 Sep 2020

take a page from my book its like something irrelevant strike me down with one look this rooms big enough to fit an elephant like an addict im hooked i guess youre no longer irrelevant turn the page so much hatred not even a mage could cast a spell on such a derelict ill sign the papers youre so amazing but i never saw you on television its crazy harming not impatient im sorry i hurt you Dahvie like a plague doctor trying to cure himself ill bleed until i can forgive myself 8 more days ill light the sage till i can finally be well again i never left you on the fucking shelf crack an egg on my back let me scream bloody Mary if the universe let us meet we could probably get married or better yet share a coffin where our hearts could be buried i never meant to hurt you but im the one who cursed you im sorry but when you have no home to go to its hard to follow curfew ill take you off this fucking cross cause a cigarette burn to the heart in the center of your palm really fucking hurts too but if i can draw i can write and now its my turn to try and make things right scrape off the ashes of my bullshit life cause the ashtrays just a switchblade knife but as long as you want ill keep wishing for you every night

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4 years ago

take a page from my book its like something irrelevant strike me down with one look this rooms big enough to fit an elephant like an addict im hooked i guess youre no longer irrelevant turn the page so much hatred not even a mage could cast a spell on such a derelict ill sign the papers youre so amazing but i never saw you on television its crazy harming not impatient im sorry i hurt you Dahvie like a plague doctor trying to cure himself ill bleed until i can forgive myself 8 more days ill light the sage till i can finally be well again i never left you on the fucking shelf crack an egg on my back let me scream bloody Mary if the universe let us meet we could probably get married or better yet share a coffin where our hearts could be buried i never meant to hurt you but im the one who cursed you im sorry but when you have no home to go to its hard to follow curfew ill take you off this fucking cross cause a cigarette burn to the heart in the center of your palm really fucking hurts too but if i can draw i can write and now its my turn to try and make things right scrape off the ashes of my bullshit life cause the ashtrays just a switchblade knife but as long as you want ill keep wishing for you every night

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