predict Death of a Rose\ the kill, teleport the thought of the snap of bones, wash the bleach clean, ready it for reuse, Here take my mind, take it to your places, talk of your fears and wants, your past lives, stoke it with the heat of your gaze, inspire and inflate it. feed it, pet it, stroke it. display it to others, the peverseness of knowing you have it and i don't. throw it to the ground and stomp the ever lovin hell outta it. 031221 ... whitechocolatewalrus and i think i hate you slither under my stone wall massive structure play your silly games make me laugh fill the air scent the trees freshen the grass you're in my mind in my soul i didn't invite you i didn't want you you dare to leave one breath and your blown into the night dark and still nowhere to see why did you come? heart shrivels brain crumpels i've lost control i don't feel anything but i can still smell the past and i think i hate you. 031221 ... your mom blood 031221 ... Psst... psst... foresee 061207 what's it to you? who go blather from