Drinking from the brink of a sinking ship.
Bladed stakes fade, ending drakes sending.
A.N. What does this even mean?
Just sounds fun I guess.
Crust bound to run from stress.
Diving down, driving up prices.
A.N. That can't really lead anywhere...
Divination of disgusting spices.
A.N. What a load.
A crescendo to fortitude, tattooed taboo.
A.N. Does this shit make sense to anyone?
I'm hemorrhaging my youth being poor.
A.N. Now I'm just spouting nasty truths.
My chest aches as if it were filled with void.
A.N. This started organized. What happened?
