I want to hear your past thoughts for a guiltless future, yet must beware of hatred left unfiltered.

Gone like the scent of matches.

No picture with you, just of you.
No next step with you, just for you.

Gain the advantage in weakness and take some time to survive.

Pyrrhic but desired, a walking cemetery.
Imagine this moment less expensive.

Be the killer to be killed. I am the bruised inference.

Making my plague stagger. My harm has no shame to offer.

I want to be your ripper.