There must be some kind of way out of here. There’s too much confusion i can’t get no relief
As I hear it
all that shit
all that bullshit
(Redundancies)
is she clean? Are we all fucking clean?
It’s like I wish I could see what soap she uses.
Or maybe one day after school I could knock her out; drag her unconscious flesh to my tub. Then once there get Bleach and Windex or what ever and poor it on her with water of course.
(don’t want to burn away the skin whit Bleach now do we…?)
The bottles would Glubb empty then maybe in a hasty state I would just through them down. The hallow clack as it hits the cool tile floor reminds me of the mission at hand. Of the body in the tub. The reality of the situation.
(Glubb Glubb Clack)
clean have to get her clean
that’s what my brain tells me and propels me into action. Go to the cub bored to get the steel wool. The actions almost automatic and robotic in nature. Hands scraping at the bag. It rips. A hand comes out with a fist full of metal twine.
(Crunch Crunch)
is she beautiful? Do I hate? Do I love? Need to be clean.
(Scrub)
her flesh starts to bleed after a while of the metal abuse. It drips in small rivets to meet my working fingers.
(Diligent)
wake her up...
p.s. shut up i don't care it i swich p.o.v. in it, bite me
all that shit
all that bullshit
(Redundancies)
is she clean? Are we all fucking clean?
It’s like I wish I could see what soap she uses.
Or maybe one day after school I could knock her out; drag her unconscious flesh to my tub. Then once there get Bleach and Windex or what ever and poor it on her with water of course.
(don’t want to burn away the skin whit Bleach now do we…?)
The bottles would Glubb empty then maybe in a hasty state I would just through them down. The hallow clack as it hits the cool tile floor reminds me of the mission at hand. Of the body in the tub. The reality of the situation.
(Glubb Glubb Clack)
clean have to get her clean
that’s what my brain tells me and propels me into action. Go to the cub bored to get the steel wool. The actions almost automatic and robotic in nature. Hands scraping at the bag. It rips. A hand comes out with a fist full of metal twine.
(Crunch Crunch)
is she beautiful? Do I hate? Do I love? Need to be clean.
(Scrub)
her flesh starts to bleed after a while of the metal abuse. It drips in small rivets to meet my working fingers.
(Diligent)
wake her up...
p.s. shut up i don't care it i swich p.o.v. in it, bite me