How is it that?

I can be full of such

Love and hate

It's you that I love so much

And you who makes me

Hate this life so much

How can that be?



Insomnia and depression

Have their own ways of killing

They melt your insides

And fry your brain

I have my own way of fun

I sum up the thoughts in my head

And carve the letters

Into my skin

I have no compassion

I have no more value

For your life or mine



I am so dark and cold

I want to taste your blood

I want to make you hurt

Being like this

Makes me forget who I am

Not that I ever knew

Who I was inside

I have no intention

Of making the best of things

Cause I'm just a

Living sacrifice






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