DemonsVSAngels

Every fucking day I think about death. Hoping it'll be slow, and painful as I take my final breath. My mental state is never the same, but i'm the only mother fucker who's to blame. It's a fucking shame to be so blessed, yet feel so depressed. When I lose my fucking anger I feel as if my own mind becomes a stranger. Saying shit that doesn't "sound like me" but in actuality my evil thoughts are what drives me. I know my life has turned out alot better than some, but it doesn't change the fact that my mentality is full of redrum. Hopefully one day all of this shit will change hopefully before my brains are splattered all over the place. It's like my angels and demons are in a constant fucking race. My angels want me in heaven with god full of love and grace. However my demons always come in first place, so before I ever get the chance to feel god's warm embrace i'll have to be the "victim" of a brutal murder case.