There are times when I wished I wasn't so alive, and I take it out on people like they were dead I blow them away words so red, it their skulls from their shoulders, and run circles till they fall off the face of the earth it only works if I enough about you to pierce your heart, your soul, and if you've mine It only works if you've touched me soft patterns of trust I disengage the if my paranoia seeps to the surface like vomit Why do you even It happens when I hate myself to the Broken I feel alone Did you ever wonder if I at home away from your prying eyes? Did you ever wonder if I smiled at home away from my disguises?
Deep crushes me with bombs and ill-will feeds on interpretation I'm inhuman, a beast I resent you for your streak I walk, talk, and think I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic I shake It rings in my blood, and I salivate a chorus of cats in heat, for the contact, with my sharp long looks and calls I starve for I run myself towards a wall no escaping me, I jump and stall Your hand clutching my ankle, I let go with thoughts, yells, rivers, translations of my life from hell, in the split second before the smashes my face They cut you deeply I smell your blood like a fiend, and even deeper, I masturbate with the strange power pain has blessed me with I can't until you hit the floor My arms I hold out, I let you fall them Secretly smiling I bring you down to my of broken-ness
such dragons
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