The doctor just confirmed that her lungs had reached the third stage.
Cancer is a bitch.
Life is a bitch…
I don’t know if I’ll be ever able to write anything,
That’ll be as beautiful as you
Or be as deep as the feelings I have for you
But I’ll try
Everyday I’ll try
‘Cos loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done
She tasted sharp, like purely brewed brandy
Her skin like smooth milk,
Making me leave an imprint that would linger
My soul was torn apart by her prruh,
And the scent of her tightly woven braids
Her nipples were like acid,
washing through my sanity,
Taking everything from me,
And revealing the animal under
By day she was angelic, harmless
By night, a lioness
Church. A gathering of sinners who are afraid of hell. That is why I slit her throat there, she doesn’t have to be afraid anymore.