Recent content by Bonnie Bathory

Burn the tissue through to flesh and feel the wounds sting There will never be relief by a soothing release of steam The scabs are inside out, self-inflicted from self-reflection Congested with wicked intentions and mad perceptions I ooze riotous anger and pious, self-righteous adolescence...

She lives her days with no limits- And hopes for the day when his pain will deminish- He's coped with the pain and the way of living And prays forgiveness for his daily sinning- even still- It seeming God hates him- by the way that he's plagued his Seasons- Like he wants demons to break him- But...

Never a sober moment- I stay hoping its all worth something beyond holding unreachable dreams that fade with every swig of each newly opened bottle- Life at full-throttle- Logic holds no bars on my passions for which I'm enslaved to these irrational needs spawned from self-prescribed...

I may talk through the intro and outro or write more, or add a verse from somebody else... I haven't decided yet. This will get recorded at a later date, I'll try to post it when it does. I may change the beat by then and change a few things other things like verses or add my own hook, we'll...