pricefields

empty halls and dusky malls is all youve ever known with blackend nails and short pony tails those kids screamed and laughed at you with words that stung and bit and dear old mom hung around her eyes were wide as saucers and she stared at her tiny sacrifice your psych report is longer then the entire Artamène ou le Grand Cyrus pyrophobia, cynophobia, entomophobia, vermiphobia fog towns and hellish nightmares with a combo of empty hospital rooms could not compare to the fact that seven years of love is all you got before being thrust into the hands of fate

fuck you