BLVVD INFECTIVN
I throw money in batches and they fall like rain, Seize the moment and catch at least one pack, Know this is absurd and a brain explosion, But believe me, JUST LOOK UP Well, hooked? I THREW MONEY WITH KNIVES, Your life is ordinary, like all other lives of other people, Ha, your hands no longer have a pulse, Want to feel these knives deeper in your skin? You will curse yourself for this action, Want to know the roles? Hah, YOU ARE HERE VICTIM, Now everyone will call you that, An' they will call me "Tough" and I will be glad, I didn't spend all my money on a drink, When I hunt for you, your hand grips the knife, You're always ready to stick a knife in any part of my body, YOU'RE AFRAID OF DEATH AND WANNA STAY ALIVE, I LIVE IN HATRED AND FEAR FOR OVER THIRTY YEARS, AND DEATH STILL HAS NOT MET ME, I live in glory and no one has the right to set boundaries for me, Take the rope off my neck, it strangles me, When I kill in the back, I don't go in sun glasses after the murder, Nothing stops me, I kill further an' further, The only thing that bothers me is the amount of MONEY... Why did you cut my hand? Do you have a lot of time to waste it? You need to look up to see where I stand, Can immediately say that I'm higher in money, I hide the fact that I AM LONELY, All the lives that were stolen by me I GAVE TO THE DEVIL, Yeah, I'M JUST A PAWN, AND HE IS MY KING, I TAKE ALL THE DEAD SOULS TO HIM, IN ADDITION TO HATRED, A BLACK HOLE SWALLOWS ME INSIDE, YOU CAN HIDE SOMEWHERE, EVEN IN THE CLOSET, YOU CAN HIDE, BUT YOU WON'T HIDE FROM DEATH, I KNOW THAT DEEP IN YOUR SOUL YOU WAN' SURRENDER AND BE DEAD, WAKE UP, AIN'T SLEEP, YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD... I again stained my clothes while doing the killings... Wait a lil' longer, I'll soon become a serial killer, I no longer feel fear... And my soul is completely indifferent to tears... I'm isolated an' hear nothing that happens around, Your gears ain't work in yo' brain? THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD, Do you wanna help me and make me get rid of the pain? THEN HEAL ME ALL THE WOUNDS, OTHERWISE YOUR WORDS WILL BE MEANINGLESS, IF I DIE, MY RECORDS WILL BE LOST, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH THEY COST, My second personality behaves LIKE A DEAD GHOST... I will always find a reason to kill people, All my steps are unpredictable just like me, No therapy can heal me, I've no soul, I beat 'til there's bleedin', Too much madness needed a psychiatrist, I'm not sad, I am in my own comfort ZONE... Guess what I'm killing for. I kill everyone only for cash, All your actions show, that you're trash, I kill all the pressure with alcohol, All your e-chair torture doesn't work on ME... I DON'T NEED YOUR HYPOCRITICAL REGRETS, I'LL FEED YOUR WORTHLESS BODY FOR MY DOGS, YOU THINK I'M THROWIN' MY MEMORIES BACK TO FACTORY SETTINGS, I hate your kidneys like my dogs, They ain't eat 'em just for one reason, THEY'RE POISONOUS, My demons haven't left me yet, YOU ARE NAUSEOUS, I still wan' kill you and crush yo' head, DO NOT BOTHER US, You won't help me with my hate, I went to hell, the soul pain is so felt there, It hurts them, BUT WHO CARES? I'M STILL RICH, BUT THAT DOESN'T KILL MY FEAR, I saw your bitch in hell, I heard her screams, MY EARS WERE BLEEDIN' FROM ALL HER SOUNDS... Everything that I saw in life Will remain in my mind for a long TIME... Nothing can save me... They will hate me anyway... Maybe somethin' is wrong with me?...
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
" Then heal me all the wounds"... This line and the next hit me like anything...
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А море сліз вже висохло давно. Давно забуті фото й переписки. Я живу неначе у кіно, І це кіно трагедія, не більше.
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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