• titanium_crimsoune 9w


    I'm reckless, a bit too hopeless
    Can you trust me? I'm just relentless.
    Fake it, or shake it
    I'll trot to clad the truth: rake it.
    I keep my crevices unstained,
    To make my reputation sterile.
    On your way their,make the horns blare;
    Make it known that you're busy, with a high standard clear.
    Why the hell, fissures don't vex
    Don't seal them up,
    Clad in an Armani, Deluxe rooms for display.
    Wait, why? You're so immodest, aren't you
    To keep a fake wife waiting for you.
    You know why?
    'cause your not just paranoid but worst.