TONGUE-LASH
Angel Marcloid
Chastise
Our compromise
My will is packed and forcing out
My pain just tracks in rushing doubt
My dick
Doesn't fuck that much
But my soul and ghost tongue lashes chance
While B life mushrooms hush hush flourished sky
My teeth are sinking in
Your dream is panning out
Your dream is fanning out
I know you'll know yourself
Were we a garden glowing to death
