Smells Of Burnt Rubber… A Soul On Fire… Something Different…

Of Course I Do

It’s always something
Nagging at my brain
Propelling my pain
Could I care?
Any more than I do
What I hate the most
Even more than myself
What I hate the most
Even more than everything else
Is something always
Getting in my way
Forcing itself in
Could I care?
Sadly I do
What I hate the most
Even more than you
What I hate the most
Even more than everything else
Noticing a pattern, maybe a cycle
Didn’t seem so obvious until
I ran it into the ground
Why is it
That we must hate ourselves
Above all else?
Starting to think, to believe
It is all we know how to do

Slowly Counting the Minutes

Inspiration comes and goes
Thoughts of suicide seem to last forever
Who decides what is normal
When we are all freaks
The laws of man make very little sense
Seems so out of place in the idea of time
Habitual thoughts of freedom
Controlled through oppression
Wish any of this made more sense
How can so many lies piece together
To make a history we’ve all forgotten to learn
Life is nothing more than an endless cycle of regret
Waste of time in the end
Constant reminder of all the shit
Left undone

I need some new candles… that’s where I am at… at the moment… could be thinking of worse things… I guess… also they need to make better smelling black candles… hard to be all dark and moody… when the best smelling ones are pink and purple… haha…

Merch… Threadless… Books… Amazon… Broken Thoughts… Twitter

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