Untitled 06

2004-10-16

Why can’t you just shut up? Why can’t I rip your heart out? The way you leave me a f**k up only leads me to scream and shout. I can’t this life anymore, a life you play cruel jokes on. Significant and worthy in your eyes, but you’ll realize my value when I’m gone. I never signed a f*****g this that bound me to your world. What’s the penalty for cancellation? Is there a reward at my destination? Tell me if it’s worth living in a place with cruel intentions. Tell me, would others respect my giving of false directions? “I’m the perverse pariah, the misled messiah. Partake in my misgivings as I deem myself unforgiving.” I can’t seem to shut out the noise, the voice insists on speaking lies. Like the blood dripping down my eyes, it waits to flood my grotesque soul. As I pull the blade from under my skin, hoping I can spell out answers, I continue to cut some more, but what the hell for? I could never live up to your expectations. Your temple is my body’s desecration, so watch me as I bleed through the walls, leaving nothing inside but empty halls. Keep speaking those lies into my head, but speak a lot more clearer as my cutting becomes fiercer. So tell me what you want from me, tell me what the f**k you want me to be. This is your world, but this is my life, I’ll live it the way I want to. Rules – f**k everyone’s standards. Duels – I’ll rip you open and tear you apart. There’s nothing too hard to comprehend anymore. This is it, this is the f*****g end as our worlds collide. Yet, you continue to hide. Show your face so I can rip you apart and grasp you still beating heart... this is my end...