I slapped myself just now.
My face is numb;
Tingling
As if a herd had stampeded over my very own right cheek and perhaps a few of the pack had
Stumbled
Over my very own rough skin, and do you think that hatred
Seeps
Up into your pores? Or does it
Sink
Down into your organs because I'd like to know which part of my body will be the first to deteriorate, the first to
Spoil
Under the weight of my very own hate for myself and everything around me.
Do you ever half-accidentally
Pause
Just to glare at your own selfishness and wonder how you ever became such a vile creature? With venom in your very own blood, How could one ever
Plant
Such a seed of pure evil like a virus stemming from your very own mind but there you go again blaming someone else for something that's really
Your very own fault.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
I slapped myself just now.
My face is numb;
Tingling
As if a herd had stampeded over my very own right cheek and perhaps a few of the pack had
Stumbled
Over my very own rough skin, and do you think that hatred
Seeps
Up into your pores? Or does it
Sink
Down into your organs because I'd like to know which part of my body will be the first to deteriorate, the first to
Spoil
Under the weight of my very own hate for myself and everything around me.
Do you ever half-accidentally
Pause
Just to glare at your own selfishness and wonder how you ever became such a vile creature? With venom in your very own blood, How could one ever
Plant
Such a seed of pure evil like a virus stemming from your very own mind but there you go again blaming someone else for something that's really
Your very own fault.
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