They say I'm sick I say they're a faggot, cross the line I will wreak havoc, blood dripped wrists slit, all that shit I'm good with it, suicidal that trait is vital, for my lover to become bridal.
If you don't like what I say, when I say it then fuck you, idk what too do anymore so hopefully the next shot kills me lol (not talking bout whisky :))
Need it for food need it for clothing, need it to talk to "vampires" how foreboding, kindred soul come to life, fuck you I'm soulless ill take your life, think otherwise how simple minded, just a few words and I am enlightened, few may stand my test of peril but those who succeed shall become my herald, MunE to sleep MunE to speak, MunE for all except for me.
Cant find happiness, only sorrow, she helps for a while, but still no tomorrow, can't help but think about the cattle, lined up for me for I am a demon in mortal bones held like prison bars which is foretold.
Stabbed but not dead, hit with filled dread, sight of blood fills my head, and makes for hot lead, can't stand being a pacifist but do not wish too kill, never more shall I be weak, knives on the floor, walk over them I adore, slit wrists and tight pants, fuck that I'm in a trance cut my throat for your pleasure only knife and fist fights in warm weather.
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