signatune

i see the stars with my hollow eyes the dogs run violently through the street and the pain suffocating my head releases me from humanity i feel them fangs tearing my meat apart i hear them bark chatter like machine gun from the interceptor overhead no night no day just the light substance leaving the vein this is the way you believe it this is the way your temper becomes the rage of city them dogs they still run them dogs carrying your meat it is so carnal so real you would like to taste your bit but the sun cries fuck you in your face and your middle finger is so limp the dogs run on and on into the great wide open of your hollow eyes

::: vanished :::