Pain Necessary to Know

I＇ve been swallowed by the plaything Born through my brainful ashtray, It stinks, pure on this laughable side. The will to skin, This gaping flourish encumbers. Last, poor unforeseeable shape. Now it＇s hard to end this incoherent, twisted dialogue. A

Finally, Disharmony has a brilliant face. A sinuous gait of unhappiness raises Like this oblivion. It＇s so sweet to come across my holes again. Let it be removed to become your dress, Disdain will be your new order. The final turning seems to corrupt