AINT FUCKIN AROUND WITH THAT EVIL SOUND THAT KEEPS TALKIN TO ME, AND COMIN TO ME, AND WANTIN ME!!!
I curse the day I ever met that thing.
Laced me with his ring.
A covenant to bring me to my knees.
And death is what would please him.
My mask gives me much sass because it thinks it’s in charge.
Wishing I was anorexic to throw up this mess.
Heart pounding through my chest.
Pedestrians moving slow just to watch this train wreck.
Such tainted words form in my mind.
And the light always shines on my weary soul!
In my heart of heart there’s something I know I need to do.
But I can’t remember because I keep falling asleep.
Wake me up from this possession I’m in.
This desperation I’m in.
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