Bitching Hell Mother Fuck.
A mask is worn upon my face. Concealing the decieving bitch I am. Why do I go out of my way to hate? I yearn to learn about thy enemy before devising a plot to ruin their miserable exsitenses.
I study those that I have hatred towards, I watch them carefully with a smile. And for what reason am I so cruel? Is it because I do not feel for their pain? Or is it because I just find it bitterly amusing...
I like pain. I like death. I LIKE loveless nights. I love hatred swirled in with deception.
But I grow tired of my miserable ways that are hidden by a cheerful person, I promised my old friends that I would never hide up the real me. But I have to in order to befriend people and actually fit in.
Whatever, I'm just sulking.
I study those that I have hatred towards, I watch them carefully with a smile. And for what reason am I so cruel? Is it because I do not feel for their pain? Or is it because I just find it bitterly amusing...
I like pain. I like death. I LIKE loveless nights. I love hatred swirled in with deception.
But I grow tired of my miserable ways that are hidden by a cheerful person, I promised my old friends that I would never hide up the real me. But I have to in order to befriend people and actually fit in.
Whatever, I'm just sulking.