Oh beatuiful, for Spacious skies
underneath these
polished nails, lies filthy dirt.
behind this porcelain mask
lies a rotten mind
no longer can i hide these perversions
i long to let you knoe the
terminal illness that festers inside
to let you know the innocently
wandering thoughts that will lead to eternal damnation
you' ve killed me
mind
you've taken me out and beat me
i killed you first though
i made you stop
stop thinking what you wanted, and i made you to lie
i let them take you away from me
i let you lie with that that you did not
want
lying there weezing and laughing
and sputtering up thoughts and blood
liquid novocaine
pours down my eyes and settles in my throat
sedate like a rabbit on
death
behind my porcelain covering
i am what i want to be
i don t want to stick around for this this
sh+t
i don t want to stick around
