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Yeah...no title. I just wrote it.

Running down on luck,
Switch stuck
On permanent self-destruct.
I laugh as I cry
And try
As I lie
To find an answer to all I seek
To be strong instead of so ******** weak.
Hatred is beautiful and pure
Mutilation is the only cure
And forbidden things have such a lovely lure.
******** masochist that I am,
I play the part of a lost little lamb
And laugh as you all trip over your feet
Trying to save me from my own defeat.
We only live for so long
Before it's all over and gone.
So I'll make myself happy and disregard all others,
Forsaking friendships, family, and lovers
As I stumble/fall down this path,
Incurring my own twisted wrath.
Smoke-ring catharsis, twisting my insides
Makes me giggle and hide
From the reality of what is,
From what I've turned into and what I miss.
But you have to give me credit
Because I've paid all my debts.
You don't know this, but down this path of destruction
Lies my own personal perfection.
Cities will fall, ribs will jut,
And I'll laugh as I'll finally find what
I've been looking for all along.
It doesn't lie in a poem or song,
But inside my body and under the fat
Of humanity and the knowledge that
I'm pretending for a crowd.
Well, now I'm screaming it out loud.
So, abandon me...please.
Because in here, no one can here you scream.