Are you unworthy too
of tears
Do you make them pour
like he did

Not in the same way,
but still a lot of pain
I can see things happening.
I can do that drawing.

This **** got crafted a dark weekend
With stomach cramps and lots of sleeping
to hide from facts

You love me, you love me, you love me.
Or so you say. I have to believe you. No matter how hard is it. Is it?
Sometimes it's not me speaking
But the beast hidden in my chest
Looking around for you
to feed herself
satiate her never ending thirst
breeding more thirst
maybe breeding more pain