People, we should all burn
We poison this world and each other
Simply because we are unhappy.
Yet we have the ***** to say
We're good people
While we hold blades
To the throats of those around us
The only cure to this disease
Is a culling.

The art of forgiving: Not an easy picture to paint.

I don't expect you to stay
I don't expect you to care
But I will always be here for you
In the brightest days
Or blackist nights

I am nothing
I can though, be anything
So then
Use me
Make me anything
What you want
What you need
What you crave
What you desire
What you hate
I crave this
So please, just give me this chance to be something
Anything

Its a vicious ******* cycle
One of us treats the other like ****
They get angry and we fight
Then we have goes at each other and sort our **** out
******* does it hurt
Not being able to talk to you
Hear your voice or just see you
I always hold my arms open for you
And we always end in an embrace
Just because we are in a cycle
Doesn't make it bad love