Alas, the irony
what you think you want
you do not really
it dances in your face
bathed in passionate flame
and yet rejected it is
instead you seek to follow
that which would cause you harm
take the needle
stick it deeper in your vein
let yourself feel the lies
coursing through you like fire
you keep feeling this, the burn
it is what makes you feel alive
to be broken and beaten down
you must like to be abused
over and over you find yourself spitting
at that which offers you a hand
and letting the devil lead you instead
we should all just drain one another
let us pass each other by
let us all be masochists
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 1:13 AM UTC
Alas, the irony
what you think you want
you do not really
it dances in your face
bathed in passionate flame
and yet rejected it is
instead you seek to follow
that which would cause you harm
take the needle
stick it deeper in your vein
let yourself feel the lies
coursing through you like fire
you keep feeling this, the burn
it is what makes you feel alive
to be broken and beaten down
you must like to be abused
over and over you find yourself spitting
at that which offers you a hand
and letting the devil lead you instead
we should all just drain one another
let us pass each other by
let us all be masochists
I am you. I am confused.
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