| Beauty is in the Eye of the Colder I don’t love you immensely.
There are contravening markings on your walls.
Your blasphemy against us will not be reconsidered.
Access denied. But, why?
I’m the best of our time.
You better go to your cell and think about what you did but don’t you dare fucking cry.
You’re big enough to realize it’ll all get better in time.
I put myself in a coma, because I don’t want to be a martyr.
I stop the pain because I’m unsubstantial.
When is the day God will stop this malignity.
I have no buoyancy for those who have drifted,
You have come to my village because you are circumstantial,
You are not inadequate, you are gifted.
Fuck this all, I’m going to sleep. |