اگزیستانسیال

I still dream of violence, angry at the waiting game. chain link on your lungs and sulfuric acid in my brain. don't ask me why I hate myself as I'm circling the drain. cause death, it takes too long and I can't wait.

"I can lead you to bed but I can't make you sleep" I've heard it before from someone who leaves.

2:22 please, just go easy on me. I am young and naive, I don't know what I need.

even drugs won't do me anything good, I need a fucking hammer pulled in my skull to feel something.

I'm completely dead with organs decaying in my still life breathing skin of mine. I'm literally stinking inside.

times passing and mornings come and go, but I'm still stuck with the thoughts of wanting to be no longer a part of this fuckass cycle.

I'm very good in bed. ( i can keep rotting to the final stages of decaying)

I'm very good in bed (I can sleep at least 15 straight)

I would like to give a fuck, but I'm so tired and old to actually give it to you.

I'm sorry, but I'm way older than my actual age and too old for your stupid ideas.

1:50 the birds outside chirp your words, but they perch too high from your view.

you're alright, just stray from the green in their eyes. bruised your lungs. paper thin are the walls. knot your tongue from the bloom.