waste.. vomit.. horror and nightmares in itself are me.
meat is murder, milk is rape.
the optomist proclaims this is the best of all worlds to live in; the pessimist fears this is true.
barbed words that never leave the mind, echo and cripple, a low self image has been made, and it's constantly reinforced.
one by one the pinguins steal my sanity.
im not shy, im just examining my prey.
heave me a world of vomit, it couldn't be much worse than this, shit that you've painted gold, and shoved between my fingers, put your knees to the earth son, and submit your life to nothingness, i'll binge this meat of razors, before i tempt my tounge to prayer.
if you never love me, then you will be lost, for here and now i know i am all you need.
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.
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