The Mullet Burden

Such worthless crust and crazed, now cringe to slap that wrist. I sense you cracked and weak, the nonexistent won't care when you fail to wake. I sense you cracked and weak, I wonder if you would, I wonder if you could please just a small taste of the offer. Unrefused bonded by a muddy crippled story, and now I wonder if you really ever could. You're no good, self sodomize. Once more whore, slut, yet fragile and tight. A reckless mangled conscience, with only the imbalance of evils wait for guidance. End it all now.