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Current Mood: Annoyed
Listening to: Goatwhore - Wear These Scars of Testimony

Here I am just praying for the rain to wash me away
here I am just wasting one more useless day
here I am replaying her voice inside my head
here I am just waiting for my heart to just be dead

Of course this is just another one, a poem of feeling fucked
what the hell did you expect? guess youre shit outta luck
cuz all I am is this, full of darkness and despair
all I am is shit, so this is me repaired

there is no reason at all, to this wretched life
all there is is pain, more pain, suffering and strife-
to me and my kindred, however small and few
at least we know where we're going, we're sure, how bout you?

its almost midnight here, and Im pulling this out of my ass
but I have to do something, Im freaking, cant relax
Im fucked up for no reason, goddamn, Im so stressed out
I cant do anything about it, just write it down, and doubt

Of all tortures I know, this has to be the worst
not knowing why Im like this, all I can is thirst-
for the peace and quiet to return to my aching mind
but that will only happen when I leave this life behind

So cut me up sweet kitchen knife, stabbing in my skin
rip my arm wide open, try prying out the sin
next up is my stinging eyes, maybe I can touch my brain
and murder whatever thought is up there driving me insane

Ha ha, Im so confused, I swear Im such a bitch
I wish crazy shit was real, I wish I knew a witch
so she could use my organs, she would help me die
she would erase all my memories, I wont need to say goodbye

Im so glad I dont have to think, I dont care what I write
I just want to end this, even though Ill be up all night-
trying to fix this taste in my mouth, its making me so sick
I swear Im so disgusting, my breath smells like some hicks

Im such a jealous person, angry and so bitter
Im such a fucking coward, why does my heart always flitter-
when I talk to her, I cant think right whenever shes around
and Im freaky and scary just cuz I cant make a sound

Oh, Goatwhore, sing to me, the gospel of my kind
make me cease to be with your brutal minds,
make me replace the pain with your prescribed hate
just for a few seconds, make me forget my fate

Stupid rusty scissors, nothing does the trick
my blood lust cant be satisfied, I swear Im such a dick-
I hate myself more than all of you, Im my own arch nemesis
fuck all this stupid bullshit, Im gone and wont be missed

So my wrists are just red, once again tonight
and they wont even sting while I sleep nice and tight
and Ill be up in a second, you see, I dont dream
so the best thing in life is so short lived it seems

Well, midnight has left me, and Im still wide awake
Im still freaking out and cold, my teeth and body shakes
Guess this wasnt so bad, funny for just coming out of my ass
who knows, if Im lucky, my next poem will be my last