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Life...
A 14 day notice is the last thing i need
On my list of struggles at the moment
If I could take this moment and own it and down tone it
Turn it around fuck it and bone it...then I would
But I don't have 350 solid dollars to any part of my name
My veins carry blood...which is what I feel like spilling out of people at the moment
No worries... that's just my internal anger speaking
I just wanna do what's right
But creeping up on some one and slitting their throat to
Make leak their blood and flood their very life with death
Wouldn't be right now would it? Apparently... neither would taking care of my daughter
Neither would buying food to keep alive...
Should I carve "pain" into my chest just so people can see it??
"Struggle" into my arm so they know where my strength comes from?
I'm sick of being sore and life's whore because I'm
Raped and fucked each day by her
If I could scratch blood from her face and beat bruises onto her with my 10 knuckles
And let out chuckles after every scream that came from her
And starve her to death just so she could get a taste of my hunger pain
And gain amusement from every strain while impaling and slicing her every nook and crain
While her blood vacuums into the drain...
I would...
But...that wouldn't be the right thing to do...
Now would it?
Cry with me...
On my list of struggles at the moment
If I could take this moment and own it and down tone it
Turn it around fuck it and bone it...then I would
But I don't have 350 solid dollars to any part of my name
My veins carry blood...which is what I feel like spilling out of people at the moment
No worries... that's just my internal anger speaking
I just wanna do what's right
But creeping up on some one and slitting their throat to
Make leak their blood and flood their very life with death
Wouldn't be right now would it? Apparently... neither would taking care of my daughter
Neither would buying food to keep alive...
Should I carve "pain" into my chest just so people can see it??
"Struggle" into my arm so they know where my strength comes from?
I'm sick of being sore and life's whore because I'm
Raped and fucked each day by her
If I could scratch blood from her face and beat bruises onto her with my 10 knuckles
And let out chuckles after every scream that came from her
And starve her to death just so she could get a taste of my hunger pain
And gain amusement from every strain while impaling and slicing her every nook and crain
While her blood vacuums into the drain...
I would...
But...that wouldn't be the right thing to do...
Now would it?
Cry with me...
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