Salt lick
• Written by Big_Nickie
I'm fighting with this possession
Holding onto this connection
I'm lonely with no affection
Fuck all this attention
I'm a sinner who's gonna sin
Poping the bubble chat with a pin
I feel these spiders crawling in my skin
Gonna be a joker carving a grin
3 thirty 3 am this oculs ring
These summoned bones gonna be a swing
It's like they came prepared knew what to bring
Teeth an bones grief an loans leave the drones
Automated automaton
Decapitated heads on the lawn
Man somebody killed my son
It was my hunny bun
Betrayed me in the summoning
All I hear is their muttering
She really let them in
Shadow over looking
Hung and hooked in
Now ryuk got me booked in
Happened in the first 40
Let me explain
It occurred on a flight
While at an altitude of great height
His neighbour will take his site
His chest will feel tight
Grabbing at his chest
No parachute or vest
It's too late to confess
The jester of four
Has come to rip your soul from its core
It was over before the 6 40
No word from the birdy
They did more than hurt me
They ripped an tore me apart
Body mind an soul
The trinity didn't recognize the husk
Now my body eaten by a troll
didnt even make it til dusk
My mind getting more dull
R I P the witch of three
Fortune favours the one to see
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Big_Nickie
Member since July 22 2019