Category: the Morbid Interests of My Porcelain Princess

hey yeahthats coolnice to see youso whats up by the waythanks for the poems about how good i fuck hows your boyfriendyou went back tohows the moneyi hope its enoughto feel like lovedo you come?awe? thats too bad. tough luck thanks for the poems bout how good i fuck

i would always saydo linesbut of rhymes an addict is just a frustrated artist then when we broke upshe’s like “he wants me to relapse!but heres a poemabout how he’s a fat old scumbag pervert loserdouchebag fuckface assholeand i wont” i havent said this in a minutebut good girl

your lesbian ex lover called.she asked me for your moms phone number.said that way should she could go get on that level of crazy. youre other friend, that guy who made that one trackyou rhymed on, you know,that one moment you tried to live my dream,and was an artist, making music,well that guy called said…

they want me cuz how I want themthey got problems I cant solve themlove like an addiction rottennothing’s ever gonna stop themno one’s ever going to save them they love livesof just pure Mayhemyou can scream and yellberate them maybe you’ll frustrateand delay themthen you’ll pretendyou’re the one who left themafter you beg for their…

she’s my tremblin gremlinnever mentions her weaponsmy endless heavenof bent intentions my kind of musethis lying rusethis spy thats choosesfind folly among fools this little babyleaves me hazed and lazyyou couldnt pay meto go away please this precious trollthis sweet dank bowlof good green goldblows you up in smoke this gorgeous killerwill gorge on you…

im a gremlinshe said I love youyour crazy Im a gremlin its ok I saidI love you too your a gremlin im sorry she said,see? She flipper her lip and it said sorry backwards bout all I saw was into her mouth im a gremlin she saidyour crazy I love you im sorry she never…

you told me he was wearing thinhis dad said he’s back on heroinyou said its hopeless lets not focusthis is our moment lets own it you said you needed time alonebut then I look down on my phoneim happy I got a textbut then kind of crappy cuz im perplexed whats this about boogie boards,…

whenever she dreamsshe screams for me and creams is it mean i believe that means something? you fuck her so hardkeeping us apart erasing all the artwhat a farce but i dont have the patience for her liesso when youre between her thighs look into her eyesyou’ll see lust for other guysa fate she surmised…

all of your silly facesand your pleasurable flesh,all your playful disgraces,how they ache and take my breath.

I fell in love with herWhen she fell for my lie Now I have to be the guyThat I am in my mind She’s the beginning and the endOf pretense and pretendShe’s my unholy loverThe temple of my best friend She’s is me studyingWho I used to beShe is me becoming what I meant to…