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A heart for the sinners who beg for the begining of life

but don't forget to breathe



hate sucks my love lust into decay

dry mouth

open cunt

you try to say



fouled up the abyssmal parlay

intrinsicley more interesting than the gap between your ears

try to disguise your fears

behind a mask of flesh

what a mess

are you

foolish ghoul

inside your bitter atrophic shell

that living, loathing, walking hell

you are the tasty fodder of your own disease

yet I spit my disgust with each trying taste

this venom I don't need

that trash within you breeds

my life

your life

contrasting endlessly

I don't hide inside a shell

once and awhile inside a tree

I don't fear your misery

it will never belong to me

ugly

fake things

try

go touch your feelings

they have been led astray

with your glamorous menagerie

do not try to be me though

try to reach freedom

your own personal release

from your own personal prison

only you have the key

unlock the door

go free