emopunkgirl06

The sound seems to bleed out of the speakers, cut from a shallow, wide wound. The static grips across the carpet, as if staining the fibers, pooling at their feet. What they do with it, it's going to be anybody's guess. Nowadays, everything seems to leak on the internet with less white noise than when it leaks from the speakers. Collected in gauze and accepting defeat in the comfort of headphones. What happens when the whole world hears it, freshly cut to all their ears, it's anybody's guess. It sounds like it isn't supposed to. Far-fetched from genre. There are loops of horns and drums and somewhere in the middle of it, vocals and noises cl

i live and live and live to prey on pretty girls with kindness made from spider webs and aching joints and foreign tongues to snatch them back into my den where i will keep them safe come to daddy he is handsome tall and thin grinning now from ear to ear wanting you with his hands loving them again and again surfacing from beneath to paint their little girl faces with butterfly colors their lips the color of roses in may holding so still with frozen vertebrae take a seat you are safe just don't turn around please, don't turn around