draw the lines much deeper carve close to the muscle i want to see the fences

bright imagination; still too far never dared these depths

the strongest shambles of armor and firm assurance of body-builder angels

sorted out the 'if' and 'don't' you must realize color but i'm still waiting for definers i am a woman.- i guess you already knew

how holy are bills in blood? can you salvage the cocaine? my list continues on

never doubt the people or question humanity i'm struggling with holiness waist-deep in pig-s* pride

my pedastal would smash if it was off the ground instructors are the drug-lords, thats enough in shards

i like the shocking titles the glow it gives my face but when its me and the four walls can't pretend there is no 'them'

waiting on the borders darkest black, please and simple things; like do i feed the hungry?

i know where to stand on something like pawn shops, but where is your commandment on taking the gifts of a theif and is this so much different?

do my eyes scream loud enough? is telling right or left crossing into sin? when to be a friend is an alibi, do i walk away?

i don't want to live it experience is scary, open-house for error make a list- typed, so i won't slip highlight all in bold

love and justice don't mix, but combust with deadly fumes how can i declare to care grasp the hand who's twin sells the death and really love that too-thin woman, fistfull of a wrinkled twenty

father, do i feed the hungry?