I Can't help it,
I know I'm self destructive and horribly putrid.
I accept who I am,
glorifying the monster like no-one ever did.
I know you are growing to hate me,
but honestly; I disembodied you to keep my self free.
To me you are a ******* ***** who doesn't see the right of way
and it is in your hate for me I play.
For the pain you cause,
you will see returned to you in the intensification of all your self-flaws.
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 3:21 AM UTC
I Can't help it,
I know I'm self destructive and horribly putrid.
I accept who I am,
glorifying the monster like no-one ever did.
I know you are growing to hate me,
but honestly; I disembodied you to keep my self free.
To me you are a ******* ***** who doesn't see the right of way
and it is in your hate for me I play.
For the pain you cause,
you will see returned to you in the intensification of all your self-flaws.
I'm drunk and thoroughly hating myself and everyone around me.
Drink the artistic gold *******
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