| I know that this is just a pity turn, listening to you whine and squirm . I Ignore you, I ask why. What did I do to deserve this? As I close my eyes, take a breath, and wish for your death. My life, exceeds into a bitter stage. I can't stand here, and look you in the face. You make me sick, suicidal, anti-social, I'm just distorted, I fuck up. I feel Hate, fuck.. I just can't say anything else, Except fuck you. Tempt me, this way. Tempt. me. This way. Using a guilt trip, to try and access, control, but your Soul is just excess of the useless Mold. Your a Product of Moronic conduct, get out of my way. I can't stand this, your face, my fist. I'll make this one last wish. For you to Die. I know that this is just a Deity burn. Contengent, sanctafied concealment. Fuck your Prioritys of setting the stage, ripping the page, and destroying my Faith. Your just a Pitiful Worm. |
