the needing of comfort
shamefully filling up my skin
the hurt of survival
pridefully flying over my head

i need to **** the master
before my heart becomes an item
to the land of the dead we run faster
than the sun hits the *******

confronting the followers of a soul sucker
“no need to feel” they say after the ******
well, hell with it
**** me before i stop feeling

i am alive because of my feelings