I trudge past another day,
where I, as you can see, am no longer sane,
overwhelmed with thoughts I cannot retain,
enclosed are my words I use to fight this pain,
I am no longer immune to your hatred,
dont you see?
I need to dispose of your indecency
to pursue our youth
we must abide the truth,
why must you refuse?
is this truly what you choose?
I want you dismissed, away from here,
your presence still looms,
but its absenence, I fear
recite this upheld consult,
reach for the unbearable result,
its you I want,
but diffrent thoughts I flaunt,
It isn't a game anymore,
I'm done playing,
with this rich beauty of gore,
sing to the blade,
entice its dreams,
watch memories fade,
as these secretes,
I can no longer convey.
