Alley Cat

Alley cat can quite grieve
Your saying your an angel
But I can tell you have fleas and you fuck over dreams
No toothfairy because your past is to low class
You wonder why even the flies wont blow by
A dying cause your a lost sea
A piece of shit if you please
Slick and sold out
Shoved by plagued doubt
Run Pussy Run
Your days are about done



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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