I Am, Whatever You Say I Am. If I Wasn't, Then Why Would I Say I Am?
Scorning, scorching, sordid
a pre-apocalyptic reproach
not even the dirt on your shoe
every living being but one has retracted the irreverence at my flippant finicky uncoil
when I was feeding your needs I was useful, when I was feeding
your picturesque intrigue I was resourceful
but now it unfolds Im not just a mask which encapsulates your ignorant imaginations possibilities
Oh,
Oh dear,
I am a
living
breathing
thing.
Thing? I am the mother fucking prodigy you insufferable cunt.
Did you like me while I was modest?
Good. Because you're the reason Im fucking not.
A wise man once said if somethings not working for you change what YOU are doing.
And so I did. I cried on this mimicked porcelain for far too long. Blood cells alight with pain, and betrayal, and child like confusion.
Too many fucking times has that stainless steel peeled open my very soft HEMS for you
my blood sheds
And my god you don't even know
You don't even recognize it.
When am I going to find a god forsaken SOUL that SEES the very challenge it is for someone like me
to reveal whats
living
breathing
inside
of
me.
What is fucking C R Y I N G inside of me
W E E P I N G inside of M E
like crumbling angels on stolen land
To know me.
Your boring life, it lacks substance and
did someone
also wise
once say
They're scared of us.
Because they know we can survive.
I embraced you in my REDEMPTION and what do you give to me?
You give me dwindling hours and star crossed comparisons.
What you give me is a hard earned ticket for your own rewards.
And what did I reap?
Tell me, who did I reap?
Ill show you a fucking reaping.
Im going to haunt your every dream bitch.
And the last thing you'll see is a hallucination of me
sitting on your washer, laughing
My mocking will be a gift.
Lights out.
a pre-apocalyptic reproach
not even the dirt on your shoe
every living being but one has retracted the irreverence at my flippant finicky uncoil
when I was feeding your needs I was useful, when I was feeding
your picturesque intrigue I was resourceful
but now it unfolds Im not just a mask which encapsulates your ignorant imaginations possibilities
Oh,
Oh dear,
I am a
living
breathing
thing.
Thing? I am the mother fucking prodigy you insufferable cunt.
Did you like me while I was modest?
Good. Because you're the reason Im fucking not.
A wise man once said if somethings not working for you change what YOU are doing.
And so I did. I cried on this mimicked porcelain for far too long. Blood cells alight with pain, and betrayal, and child like confusion.
Too many fucking times has that stainless steel peeled open my very soft HEMS for you
my blood sheds
And my god you don't even know
You don't even recognize it.
When am I going to find a god forsaken SOUL that SEES the very challenge it is for someone like me
to reveal whats
living
breathing
inside
of
me.
What is fucking C R Y I N G inside of me
W E E P I N G inside of M E
like crumbling angels on stolen land
To know me.
Your boring life, it lacks substance and
did someone
also wise
once say
They're scared of us.
Because they know we can survive.
I embraced you in my REDEMPTION and what do you give to me?
You give me dwindling hours and star crossed comparisons.
What you give me is a hard earned ticket for your own rewards.
And what did I reap?
Tell me, who did I reap?
Ill show you a fucking reaping.
Im going to haunt your every dream bitch.
And the last thing you'll see is a hallucination of me
sitting on your washer, laughing
My mocking will be a gift.
Lights out.