3/24/04
I’m listening
So go ahead, rape my ear
Throw all your designed preach
Just don’t cut for a second round.
aAaAaAhH!
I hate it when you talk
I hate it when you preach
You better shut up now
Shut up
I’m over-dosed.
Can I run, can I hide?
Oh, can i?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem