I climbed over the tree; I climbed over the fence to a cemetary. I mean our cemetary. High on PCP. Knuckle deep in what little left there is of me. Tears stream down my face, and I whimper on your grave; straddling your grave. The chill penetrates but stimulates and fills me. A train rolls passed and shakes the corpses in their caskets, drowning out my hoarse and hungry howl. Cum while I cut myself, and then I fall asleep. Visions of your sunken eyes and puple lips between my swollen thighs eating at the better part of me.
I climbed over the tree; I climbed over the fence to a cemetary. I mean our cemetary. High on PCP. Knuckle deep in what little left there is of me. Tears stream down my face, and I whimper on your grave; straddling your grave. The chill penetrates but stimulates and fills me. A train rolls passed and shakes the corpses in their caskets, drowning out my hoarse and hungry howl. Cum while I cut myself, and then I fall asleep. Visions of your sunken eyes and puple lips between my swollen thighs eating at the better part of me.