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Feeding off of the sickness itself
CRACKED, SHATTERED, FUCKING BATTERED.
your cold eyes are like a knife coiling through my heart, & from the very start I knew you were ill intentioned.
manifesting hate & digging it into others like it's their own fault...
& your compliment was a penalty..
then you proclaim, that i'm not how you'd like me to be.
i'll rip this knife from my chest & show you I know myself best.
melancholy self destruction, the world around me spiraling into more corruption..
when will Jesus come & be my abduction..?
to free me from this ever-traveling fog..
saliva like venom.. taste just like a bleeding throat infection..
if my feelings were in a needle, i'd give you the injection.
the effects would prove to be quite unexpected.
your vision may experience some clarification..
your body will crave detoxification.
maybe you would stop harming yourself, & run towards perfection..
instead of feeding off of the sickness itself..
