.i want to be haunted.
take these rotting guts for garters, then go punch holes in the throats of martyrs
i used to
___hate___
cell phones
but now i
___hate___
car accidents
you’re so cellulose, now my baby’s gone comatose
you’re so fucking comatose, i’m so fucking comatose
paroxetine dreams, my sweet
keep quiet or they’ll eat you while you sleep
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz
PoesíaEvery poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.
