Dedicated to my beloved enemy, Igor Kostyunenkov.
I.
You smoke with me from time to time,
Pretending not to be so real.
But every time I clearly see
The dirty thoughts you can’t conceal:
Ch:
When you smoke THIS you think of pain,
BDSM & pins & needles.
Behaving like a fallen Saint,
You scare me by infernal giggles.
II.
I cannot get just WHO you are.
Are you an Angel or a Demon?
But if I got some pot so far…-
Your fucking brain is weak and feeble.
III.
Heretic night of lust and fear.
Eternal torments never ending.
How did we ever end up here?
Tear off your mask and stop pretending!
14/05/09
Psychonight with
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