Iodine where your fingertips tore me, you treated me like a feral animal
October 2nd 2011 - September 12th 2014
Inch by inch, Slice by slice, Dress your guest and season with vice
I got lost in your graveyard now I dream on a bed of knives
He’s sick, he’s fresh, he doesn’t really know how to dress
Sorry I couldn’t think of anything to draw as myself so here’s Rasputin in SDR2 style.
He’d be Super High school Level Exorcist/Spirit communicator
I had a heart once full of fire and passion