| The Punk Eyes of hatred, heart full of pain, he sits there, clothes torn skin showing, brain filled to the brim, with rock music, slime words lips pierced, everything pierced, chains hanging, cuss words written in dark marker. eyes circled with makeup, he smiles. he's not what he seems, he wil never fight, just complain, punks are not fighters all the words he will use, and, he will destroy, by demolishing property but he will always run away, away from a fight, because the punk, he is a coward -Maria |
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