it's funny how your fake
fake believing
your not even who you say you are
stop pretending like you know
how i feel
pain pain pain... pleasure
i don't want to find time to talk about it
it does no good
your bloody face brings me joy
your fine confort brings me pain
the darkness of your eyes
the way you stare
you wonder how or what you did to upset me
you wouldn't even know
if i tell you it does no good
you lie
you bleed
live... die... come back... leave me alone... think... closely... what you do to destroy me...do you understand?...
answer me... give me questions... hate me for the answers i give... i hate you for the questions.
I care. Do you understand? Oviously not.
do you understand!
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i see more than the blind
but not as much detail
death is slow
unforgiving
live our sad lives as seen
kill the light in side no light dark