Cremated by your own mistackes,
You will crawl back to me.
My throat is entangled in rattlesnackes.
Drowning in pain at another spree…
All this poison exhaled by the lungs
Tells a tale of an emotionless future.
It’s okay, it’s just overwhelmed rungs,
I will put under ribs a new suture.
Look into my subconscious, vile creature,
I’ll make you burn in little pieces.
You, pathetic herd preachure,
So see your helplessness increases.
I loathe you so much.
Too late to forgive and say goodbye.
Cutting my memory with sharp swords, you’ll never die.
Our rhythmic screams and last touch.
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