Oh, what a shameful thing it is,
The way your blood rushes through my veins,
The purest essence of a coward,
Creates resentment amongst the depths.
Denial upon denial spit out,
Those ***** words reek your mouth,
It impossible for you to feel higher,
Proudness proudly on display.
I’m merely just a puppet,
A pawn upon your game,
You wear my teeth on necklace,
You curse my name in joy.
Doubled-faced monster,
Entitlement owns you,
Once a good man,
Drowned in your own fantasy,
The raged boiled over fire,
Completely burned my skin,
But I can’t help but love you,
Oh, what a shameful thing.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
Oh, what a shameful thing it is,
The way your blood rushes through my veins,
The purest essence of a coward,
Creates resentment amongst the depths.
Denial upon denial spit out,
Those ***** words reek your mouth,
It impossible for you to feel higher,
Proudness proudly on display.
I’m merely just a puppet,
A pawn upon your game,
You wear my teeth on necklace,
You curse my name in joy.
Doubled-faced monster,
Entitlement owns you,
Once a good man,
Drowned in your own fantasy,
The raged boiled over fire,
Completely burned my skin,
But I can’t help but love you,
Oh, what a shameful thing.
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