i have to break that pretty face
oh lord let me have it, let me have it in my pace.
i will let the bullet tear me apart
i wanna escape this skin, devour muscles, rip out the heart.
put myself on the shelf where old books,
feel the forgetting
make more ways to hurt my body make it frustrating.
my birthmark was a secret sign
to you people that have a gods right
my brain failing me, that mold seducing me.
***
emptiness turns me on
i have been selected by god
emptiness scares me to death
his desire is to make me odd.
press me tightly before it hurt
give me drugs I've been waiting for
holy bible gone to human dirt
therefore im the god's whore.
illness
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