Mary Magdalan Last Remains
As I sit and scribe my final testament these sentimental thoughts keep me reflecting on a love I that lost when all I sought was love I'm lost.
And now I take my final bow and how I got up in this mess and loneliness is something that I felt in crowds. Momma can you see me now? I hold my hand up to the sky and Lord could you please grant me this one wish for Mary's last caress and then I will finally be blessed.
On this page lies smears of my blood all I ever was; is now my last remains of my life in vain. All I ever was.
As I dream of open wrists my time no longer exists. I reminisce of this addictive shit that lead me back to this. Unenchanting winding road and I can see the gallows; cutting lines of blow I'm shallow, but I'm numb and my time here is becoming insignificant.
I needed discipline or maybe it was lack of love that made it so I had enough. As I take my final bow watch me fly off into the clouds as I finally say goodbye for now.
On this page lies smears of my blood all I ever was; is now my last remains of my life in vain. All I ever