Forgive me for my hideos appearance..i cant hide my scars…..this weed cloud blocks the sun from shining down on me…my appearance is not worthy of the spotlight…god has cast me in the abyss of hell..and there is no lightbulb that flashes in the darkness of my mind…no training course..thrown in the middle of landmines..in hopes of an explosion of passion and emotion..a sight not to see…scabs from abandonment…burn wounds from scorn wombs…heartlocked..for a moment my heartstopped…the alphabet i perverse into a molestation worse than catholic priests..i’ll hide my truth to ease your pain..i apologize for the stab wounds of that torture…aking murdered on his throne….a corpsed that wreaks of a thousand deaths…but remembered just once..please forgive my appearance…clothes torn from vicious dogs i thought they were best friends…so my dear i approach u as is, body covered in battlescars, these war wounds heal in the peace of your company, forgive my appearance..but im here i cant dissappear
