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Raping the thought process. Wanting silly sorry scabs to be smooth skin, soft to the touch. My brain sends a pulse that vibrates join me or die. Hateful bastage telling me how it will be. I got these limbs and I got a forked tongue to vandalize myself with. Every thought brimming to the tip with life and lifeless values the same. How can two opposites occupy the same space.
Topple that cup and let the slander spill to the ground below. This is killing weather. This is air for breath of brutal honesty.
Hope is not for the pessimistic, or should I say hopeless. Its for the bottom of the bottle. Forgetting that you took the last swig, but remembering how good it tasted. That makes no fucking sense.
Im gonna trade my soul for heart, and then my heart for logic. Take said logic and drink away the repetitious patterns that haunt you. Bottle up your ghost and shake it like a retard. Hoping something will snap, something will give and eyes can open.
Ive never been good at conveying the hopeful trash that comes out of me, but know this...
Its not an infection, only an addiction.
Topple that cup and let the slander spill to the ground below. This is killing weather. This is air for breath of brutal honesty.
Hope is not for the pessimistic, or should I say hopeless. Its for the bottom of the bottle. Forgetting that you took the last swig, but remembering how good it tasted. That makes no fucking sense.
Im gonna trade my soul for heart, and then my heart for logic. Take said logic and drink away the repetitious patterns that haunt you. Bottle up your ghost and shake it like a retard. Hoping something will snap, something will give and eyes can open.
Ive never been good at conveying the hopeful trash that comes out of me, but know this...
Its not an infection, only an addiction.