SmashA Poem by Rich Horror rage not for the faint of heart. Smash. You are the past. You are decaying flesh. Your time is past. Mine is now. You will leave... or be cut. You will vanish once more... ... or I will orgasm as your eyes glaze over, life leaving your lungs. Die. © 2008 Rich Horror |
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Added on October 14, 2008 Author
Rich HorrorArkham, MAAboutThis is my war face. I do vocals for a thrashcore band, Rampant Decay. The works on this profile are anything and everything not used for song lyrics. more..Writing
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