Comments about Patrick Wan
Head down, crystal tears of angels innocence,
You are like a hungry cat wanting food.
Can't you see by the tells I say, these hints
Pushing you aside to not feel my hurt mood.
Your kitten followers must hate me as I
Would that is why I gave leave seen as lies.
Brushing against me with my back turned pace,
You stay.... still, rivers flow down my face.
Why do you hesitate to stay around my space?
Your followers will treat me like another race.
You die inside, I can feel it like shots
Of needles given forever, all over you, dots.