اگزیستانسیال

It was the only thing that made me feel and you took it from me. now if you kneel in front of me and pure your heart out of your chest with it, i won't even look at it.

it's not about how ungrateful you were, after all you didn't really deserve what i offered.

i could feel my whole life slipping away from my hands through you, and yet, you throw it away like some piece of rotten meat.

so i'll just sit and wait. idk for how long tho, but that's the only thing i can do.

i can bring you so many excuses for the way i am, but it will never end and you will never accept them either.

this seed of turning into someone i truly despise and hate, is sprouting.

i can't express my hatred, you need to grab a knife, open my chest and brushing my ribs aside to see how much i hate.

1:29 amulet on my neck, banish those god protect. pentagram on my hands, spirits dance where i stand.

let your demons die, when you sleep at night, i'll be your demise.

open your third eye, see through my disguise, turn the truth to lies.

so what if i died a thousand deaths? you think i'm insane, but i have no regrets. one more time won't matter, no question, suicide is self-expression.

i ain't hinting for sympathy, i'm used to dealing with apathy. the scars on my wrists may seem like a crime, just wish me better luck next time.

i built myself a nice little cage with bars of anger and a lock of rage. i can't help asking "who's got the key?" when i know damned well it's me.

6:17 i got a problem, a problem with hate. i can't go on dragging this weight. a cold steel hand that won't let go, acid-filled thoughts out of control.