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like the bitter defilement of a laughing gull,

they come back and thunder inside my scull.

this pain that cuts me to the bone,

I'm heading for oblivion but not I’m alone.

I can't ask for pity from the saintly committee

things don’t look pretty, here in my inner city.

I'm not first, but not far from the worst,

my disease kills my hope now hear my curse.

I cast my soul into the fiery ring,

'cause I don't want it, I don't want anything.

now my hurt has damaged my ears,

'cause I have heard all your lies.

I feel it all dwindling away.

just as well, I forgot how to pray.

I guess, I’m just supposed to take the long ride.

cause in my brain is something like Jekyll and Hyde.

about time, I stopped writing this crap,

I can't repress my soul’s caress of the long dirt nap.





now tempt me with an ice-cold kiss,

bitter pain a gift packaged in sadness,

It is time, go-ahead reaper add me to your list.