I keep dreaming of wit and charm-
Your laughter echoes as I scream into the Vortex.
If the one and only God Almighty exists, wielding a staff of forgiveness and mercy,
Please tell me; why am I alive? You want to curse me.
I AM NOT A RAG-DOLL TO PLAY WITH!
And yet, he kicks my soul into soil and spits in my cold dead mouth.
I can feel all my bones decay and my knees give way as you cut the chords to my heart.
One.
By.
One.
How are you so clever and hot?
But It's all just a part of a stupid plot.
You want me and you hate me and you love me and you ignore me.
I'm so exhausted, but I don't want you to stop.
I need that confusion and anguish because it's so much more enthralling than that numb purgatory. Hah, you remind me of a shitty allegory.
I know I'll always be in that glory-story.
You can't deny it anymore.
