A lovers flight in shaded obsession Startled on the brink of succession The prickling of the cursed skin Moves quickly there, then takes within Quakes a rich volcanic blend Of wanton sins to begin and end There captures an unfaltering sprite To accompany each wakeful night


Hey 2:57am You up? 2:57am                         Its 3am! 2:58am   Why did you break up me? Is there someone else. Is he there now? Who is it? 2:59am                     I told already. I don't want to do this now. Good night! 3:00am   You ever … Continue reading Itch