TrappedA Poem by demon_days
Traitor time drops dead... suffocation
Mind's smack-like craving for sensation Inner pulsars spitting madness In the sweat washed streets of Hades Phnom Penh, an echo of Pompeii Fried in coffin slumber, I stomp insane http://mcll.bandcamp.com/track/- © 2012 demon_days |
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Added on March 9, 2012 Last Updated on March 17, 2012 Author
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