A Conversation With Lilly Photo By: MadamChryzl I picked a flower for you... Upon delivery you were not there... I searched high... And got low... Not a trace of you was anywhere... I rested the lilly down and laid down beside her... She asked what she was here for and what was her purpose... I... Continue Reading →
Inoperable
Inoperable The doctors can not help... The wound is too deep... The pain is in tolerable... The physicians say it's inoperable... Removing hearts are only for the already deceased... -MADAMCHRYZL-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 