11.30.3



I cannot help but dream a little dream and wait to leave into a world unknown.
full of passion and lust we must learn to rip off the rust and finally use whatsociety calls a brain.
it all stays the same underneath the rain, the pain, the horror.
we all got dungeons inside no matter how hard we try to hide someone will always find us wether it be intentional or coincidence.
girmace as the syringe goes in itll help u win the fight for death.
its all a contest who dies first?
from birth we are a defect- meaningless to all who sacrifice themselves for everlasting life and torment.
from this moment on ur no longer a god, no longer holy, no longer sacred.
life is what we make it, we can break it or take it.
doesnt matter if u hate it, ull never escape ot, through the falsification theres a truth surreal to both worlds.
malicious as it may seem, silently scream to see the blood seep from within.
this is all u casn be, lost in sin.

i always suspected

time

a creep, a weirdo

too much of me