Right hand orange

Drastic the Drama I Calm Warm Caress – get up n get Dressed I Dream of good Breast – in Armour of Mess I’m Blessed where I hide – confide in confessions of lost suicide – I could head East or I could head West or I could take Brides of fake or feign Pride I could of should of but Could’nt instead – so eat your own Bread if all your smiles wide – With curdled oppresion of Calm easy tides Just go back inside I’m sick from your lies – Sick of the Shallows that cover your Eyes – the Shadows bad Omens come when your Tears slide