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Climaxing Sadness
If the words of those I scorned
And the missteps of my ill prepared youth
Echo in my bedroom where I lay my head at night
Can the accusations of having no heart be true?
If I sat and wallowed for some sort of penance
And let my demons ravage me where I lie
For you to facefuck my still breathing corpse
Would those tears be enough proof for you?
I am past brokenness and all fizzled out of rage
Eyes straight ahead to avoid the devil's gaze
As he burns my scarlet letter into my skin
Reminding me I will always bear the marks of my flogging
I remember our late nights making love at the edge of hell
When I was consumed just to laugh at the flame
Begging you to violate me until it hurt
Even now I can feel my body aching
Back arching as I comfort myself
Transmuting these regrets and wounds has become as such
I love the way I'm tearing at the seams
Sending another soulless release into the void
And the missteps of my ill prepared youth
Echo in my bedroom where I lay my head at night
Can the accusations of having no heart be true?
If I sat and wallowed for some sort of penance
And let my demons ravage me where I lie
For you to facefuck my still breathing corpse
Would those tears be enough proof for you?
I am past brokenness and all fizzled out of rage
Eyes straight ahead to avoid the devil's gaze
As he burns my scarlet letter into my skin
Reminding me I will always bear the marks of my flogging
I remember our late nights making love at the edge of hell
When I was consumed just to laugh at the flame
Begging you to violate me until it hurt
Even now I can feel my body aching
Back arching as I comfort myself
Transmuting these regrets and wounds has become as such
I love the way I'm tearing at the seams
Sending another soulless release into the void
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