Dark acid pouring down my house
I sit at the doorstep, laughing
There's no shame, no holds
it's just pouring my own down pours
I don't dare look at the house
I don't want it, want it to die
Slowly rot and explode
Sparkling in this, this dark acid
But alas, the house used to be my home
My tears belonged to my body
My maniac smile to me
As i watch myself pour acid
all over my heart, laughing maniacally
Maybe because it's not the end
even though I want it to be
Even though I just need to be hugged
But pouring dark acid blood seems amusing now
Because my feelings were trashed, respectfully by my hand
Because I was discarded, at everyone's pretty convenience
I can be my own death, Thank You Very Much
I don't need you monsters
I AM ONE NOW
Killing myself, chipping my soul away
Pouring dark acid blood in my heart
Spreading disease in every skin cell
Because they may see scars
But not the throttling acid they've thrown at me,
Oh, Sorry, 'gifted' me
I an my own monster
Pouring dark acid, onto my heart, the house walking to my demise
I don't need you, nobody
This was written in a headache n rage, the mental picture of it was good tho
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