In a manica the reaper comes around,
And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground.
Some deranged and some devour,
to haunt me down in my darkest hour.
Yet another mind of the Devil's design
ladies step up your game because hot tamales like this one are out there for the taking
I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO PULL OFF RED HAIR
weeeee
ribcage tats :]