Torture: subconscious and domestic, how it feels to ship a ?unit? home to you in plastic, cold storage and a casket, open your present and inside you find your darling pride and joy. Question...
Such sordid words have fallen into deaf ears A mind ignored in swollen form and without fear Today I show my face and whispers turn to screams Visions of what might have been and what will never be...
Compliments or insults, it makes no difference, I cannot tolerate your lies. Suffocate with vigor. There is no repent, there is no time to question why I do this, because I must or do I just find sick...