Twisted fantasies feel normal to me
My external self feels stupid and contagious
The internal parts are comfortable, dark and morbid
You forced me to embrace myself, but will I ever act out
On it?
Even your fakest of prophets can see that is unlikely
Come have a field day in my head
I promise you will see faces of the throats I want to slit
Family, Friend, Foe, Adult, Child. All the same
But these are only thoughts
So my friends are safe for now
I don't like you
That's one thing we have in common
Truth be told
I pictured you lying
In a pool of your own blood
While towering above you
Listening to Kurt Cobain
- Freak
