EmperorOfIceCream
Senior member
Lena, your glass tirades don't warp me,
don't shock and twist my spine -
Hope richochet's like candied
trash past shining brass
and lands in the pocket of my authority -
And though I ride a trickster train
through fields of alabaster stains,
fool's gloves protect me
don't shock and twist my spine -
Hope richochet's like candied
trash past shining brass
and lands in the pocket of my authority -
And though I ride a trickster train
through fields of alabaster stains,
fool's gloves protect me