I will split you with this forked tongue
You won’t know until it’s done
When half of you yearns
While the other squirms.
I will unleash what’s inside
A wicked tempest and tide.
Call me Pandora.Scream my wretched name
It’s not a game.
Well… not for you.
Do you deserve it ? Do you think you do?
Think. Think. Think.
Your creamy milky skin is ugly now.
Split. All over the floor.
I won’t cry over it anymore.
(c) Slumpless
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