Secrets

Twisted eroctic romactic  sociopathic violent Musician, id plant a kiss on your cheak slice off your limbs and beat you to death with them.
Then have sex with the wound i inflicted write a song about it decriptive and vivid to jack off to when i listen, each instrument i finger reminds me of a vigina even drum sticks because my thumb flicks. my mind is rotten, and im just a maggot controlling the nerve impulses of my host. poetry rap rock are  a few things that relax my soul or pot  vodca any substances to alter me.
 I'm fucked up. I want love be afraid that what was done to me might project on some unlucky project or i might just flip out because i dont trust humans. I fuckin hate my complexity and this  whole race of fleshy meat that build structures to neglect the instincts we're infected with.

Then call me abnormal because i dont hide shit,  the only thing i hide is that some where deep inside i actually like the pain that my paradoxle existence provides me.  In symbiosis. Vote fore Deeze nuts!!!