I got plenty of stains still on my soul. Like the blood stains of my wardrobe. I got plenty of stains still on my soul. Like the blood stains of my wardrobe.

Laboriously splashed stream of water flows Laboriously splashed stream of water flows

The poem shows the moon taunting the poet. The poem shows the moon taunting the poet.

"That's a pretty frock you got there. It's the perfect shade of baby pink. And gives your mushroom c... "That's a pretty frock you got there. It's the perfect shade of baby pink. And g...

Even after rescuing ourselves, we can never become what we were original Even after rescuing ourselves, we can never become what we were original

Dust motes and sweat stains Faded graffiti over rusted steel plates Dust motes and sweat stains Faded graffiti over rusted steel plates