Enough of sleepless nights!
Enough of lies
Pleasurable consequences of others
Your sick pleasure, sick!
Open your eyes you evil one,
My hands sting!
Ribbons of frustration surrounds them
You sick person.
Do I fight?
I do not sink to boundaries of the hated,
Nor do they scar me!
SICK!
My day will come,
My mind will bleed
I still feel your aura surrounding me
My eyes blur
I can laugh alone tonight,
3am.
I hide away confronted
Images of truth forgotten
How I regret,
How you regret the words,
I give you the hand
Like an emotionless child beating
Redness for now,
But soon will go
I imagine tomorrow,
Just imagine
Will I be heard?
Or shut away
Stupid child,
Take your punishment and learn
For you have nothing that I possess!
I am,
What I am
A perfect specimen
Of what you could be!
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