aimusic.one

Vice grips, ice picks, match sticks, axe hits.
Mattress, actress, soft tits, cracked lips.
I can’t help it, my thoughts, my fix.
Synthetic heaven, the darkest of magics.
She bleeds gold. A perfect refreshment.
We’ll need more, cuz right now it’s infectious.
It keeps me alive to a point that is alright.
A few more will take me to downright euphoric.