Sage (t1/2)

Fear of nothing, boredom of everything

You ugly ugly heart of a man, you’re just a man and you will always be just a man. Nothing more than a sinner and a dog leashed by guilt for things you have never done. A hostage of your own self loathing existence, a man.

Sick is the mind of the man who recognizes his own sins

My whole existence is a test for god

I don’t live in the past nor in the future, i don’t even live in the moment I exist, and im good at it.

When the words fly the meaning grows old Still I don't know Still I don't know

Hmmmmmmmmm

The apple of your eye The rotten core inside We are all prisoners Things couldn't get much worse I've had it up to here You know your end is near