OUT VF SANITY

CVLD BLVVDED

DOC SAID I SHOULD BE CALMER, BUT I BROKE DOWN AN' THEN SMASHED HIS SKULL WITH A HAMMER, AND FALLING TO MY KNEES I WATCHED THE BRAIN FLOW FROM THE SKULL, A FEW SECONDS LATER I CAME TO MY SENSES AND SAW THAT I WAS STANDIN' IN A BLOODY POOL, I'VE A SPLIT PERSONALITY, I REMEMBER KEEPING SOMEONE IN THE FRIDGE, THIS DOESN'T MAKE ME TERRIFIED, BUT THE DISTORTED JOY THAT I KILLED THAT BITCH, PERHAPS OR NOT, I RIPPED OUT DEADLY HER RIDGE, AND NOW I'VE A REPLACEMENT BLADE FOR MY BLOODY STICK, YOU KNOW, THESE DAYS MADE MY MENTAL STATE WORSE, I'VE ALREADY MADE A LOT OF CORPSES AND I'LL MAKE MORE, I'M NOT THE DEVIL'S SERVANT I AM NOT HIS SLAVE WHORE, 'FORE RIPPING, I PUT ON A ROBE AN' THEREFORE AFTER THAT I ALWAYS STAY PURE UH, FUCK, I'M FUCKING VIOLENT... There's a reason for this, but I HAVEN'T FOUND IT YET... HUHHHH.... Uhhh... These days I lost my consciousness several times a day, I don't want to be a monster, I want him to fade, In my head there is a mess why can't find a way, From this black hole that devours me literally all-day? THESE DAYS I LOST MY CONSCIOUSNESS SEVERAL TIMES A DAY, I don't want to be a monster, I WANT HIM TO FADE, In my head there is a mess WHY CAN'T FIND A WAY, FROM THIS BLACK HOLE THAT DEVOURS ME LITERALLY ALL-DAY?...

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