hmmm it's nothing
not really much to say
not really anything to tell
the whole world is fucked up
just like me
just going straight to hell
last night
i woke up
itching
scratching
tearing my skin of
my hands have no skin
just the reminder of pain
the addictions i am in
and a mind insane
no it's nothing
don't bother me
it is just a cry of lonelyness
a cry of some one who can never be
my hands red
flamed skin and wounds
and i get away with it
these small addictions
a reminder of the shit
oh it is nothing
don't fucking care
not for me
i am not going anywhere
don't wait up
i'll never get there
losers never win
the winner's never fair
so many things running round
round and round inside my head
my ears start to pop from the sound
my desires just drop dead
soon i'll be gone
and no one will be there
soon i'll be gone
and no one will remember
to care
death's waiting
as i tear of my skin
and when it grows again
i'll wait for the itch to begin
death's waiting
my dear friend
it will comfort me
when it is the
end
monster, man, 47 jaar
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