She Said, She Said...Why Dont You Just Drop Dead.

[xplatitudex]

this is fact not fiction. this skin wrapped around my bones is a waste.
i am murder, my friends...and my all friends are dying in my grasp.
I do what i do...like it's all i have ever done...i fuck and i fuck up.
they say they want to help...and i know that they so desperately do.
Stop the beast...light your torches she must me stopped.
but i am disease...i am sickness...and i'll show no mercy.
i'll creep through their skepticism, cradle their fears and wisp them away
and as they sleep the soundest they ever have, wrapped in sheets of gullibility
i'll gag their cries and stab my spite right through their back.
how i wish i could let the beautiful things flourish as they should
if only i could sell my regrets for a handsome sum...
i could build myself the tallest of towers and craft the the strongest of locks without the key
spend the rest of my days looking down on the angelic existence of those safe from my acrimony.
let the truth be known i am infected with self-hate and i deserve every last ounce.
if you think you love me or have the delusion that i would never make you hurt
...then sweetie... your probably next.