I'm the son of love
The Jesus of
The bible of none of the
On diet of
Pop
No one ever died for my
Sins in hell
I tell
the ones I got with
there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In of believe
don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my womb
While the Moms
To in love in debt
To
To keep me
Doing someone else's
there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In of believe
don't believe in me
the center of the
In the lot
Of the 7-11 where I
The motto just lie
It home is where your is
But
everyone's
Doesn't the
It's out of time
City of the
the end of lost
Signs to nowhere
City of the
Lost children with dirty
No one seems to
I the
In the
Like the holy scriptures of shopping
so it seemed to confess
It didn't much
But it only confirmed
The center of the
Is the end of the world
I could less
City of the
the end of lost
Signs to nowhere
City of the
Lost children with dirty
No one seems to
I don't if you don't
I don't if you don't
I don't if you don't
I don't
Everyone's so full of shit
Born by hypocrites
recycled but never
From the to the
We the kids of
From to the Middle
We the stories disciples of
The Jesus of
of believe
it don't believe in me
of believe
I don't believe
I don't !
beloved you listening?
I 't remember word you were
we demented or I disturbed?
The 's in between insecure
Oh , you fill the void?
I or I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect I
For of better word, 's my best excuse
To live, not to
Is to die, in
To run, to run
To find, you believe
I behind
This of fucking lies
I lost my to this
This town don't exist
So I run, I run
To the lights of
I, behind
This of fucking lies
I, this line
million one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel
I wont
When there 't nowhere you go
Running from
When you've been victimized
from broken home
Oh you're
You're
You're
you home?
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Comments
Stopping grows difficult in turn, and as such, a trap laid is sprung! And, god, it hurts! No fighting, no biting, only pain and but additional thinking, words on words on words, limits tight to point of strangulation, compulsion driving on, forward, pushing, forcing, onward and outward, avaunt! AND IT SUUUUUUCKS.
KILL THIS POOR FOOL.
SUCH CONVOLUTIONS.
nooooooooo.
*boops of total spiritual, bodily, psychological and romantic domination*
WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?
My darling: My adoration for you is without bounds and without limits, and living without you would, as living without this particular sound, go so poorly as to ruin this foolish man. Loving you, my light, is as living, as moving, as what must occur and always will. And I always will.
...although dominating you is also good! ovvvvvvvvo
(*affection doofs*)