I love itRazors, needles, knives, nails All objects of pain To stop the agony So much anger and frustration Loneliness and tears Cut into 9my flesh And dull the throb My chest will ach again And the tears will flow again But my bloody streamsI love it
Can silence the screams I can cry out in pain Howl at the top of my lungs A beautiful sound It’s my despair But in this shallow little puddle In this crowded cage No one turns my way No, they don’t care This awful, horrible, dreadful feeling I love it Sweet torture consumes my vital organ
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nightface out...
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