Dead Angelica Version 20 *-* You Ripped My Heart Out Of Me, Then You Put It Back
The A & E
They all look the same, I bet
especially when your eyes are half-blinded
from the tears spilling down your cheeks.
They look like white
they taste like bland
they smell like death
and sound like beeps.
And they feel like plastic...
a white, bland, plastic beeping death.
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