﹙EERIE DEMISE、┃ МЕТАЛКОР.﹚
          I DUG MYSELF OUT OF MY GRAVE,
’TWAS PUNK AMIDST BLOOD THAT I CRAVE.

   ━━╋  UNDEAD RAVE. Outskirts,
   barren  strings  stuck  out  of  rags
   once decent clothes, once  turned
   heads     neon   dies    furthermore
   bloody   dawn   breaks,   abundant
   potholes      than      road     yonder
   troposphere.    HE WAS SUCKED.

“Apprehend at each other so to see:
the greyness on faces, faded sequins
chewed amidst spat outta the city behind.”

      CHAMBER.    ◢ ◣    Made up memories to kill period, play loser’s metacarpus alongside no chips left throw phoney punches outwardly touching amongst wait and wait toward the eventide. Psudonymous: @RESILIEENCE a percent made it, ten survived grudge upon the pioneer who burned up and perished hideous of the phosphorescent.

Креативность умерла,
это было мучительное и
агонизирующее исчезновение,
he долго после эпохи панк-рок.
    “INKED BY HANDMAGIC.”

                              Supernova Performance.
                          Chemistry: 1835 DEATHPUNK.
                                           G──────B.