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I hate this body

I got the devils snot on the walls of my heart it aint reality but I suppose its a start its just brutality some kind of demented mentality takin flight on me crashin makin fatalities so brutal not even a blind man would wanna see, see? Even you can be free for just a small fee, your sanity.
This sickness is a leach in my head. I wanna know how to kill it but I guess I’ll know when I’m dead. Its hard to dream when I fall down for bed the sheep can’t jump the fence they’re tired, or that’s what I’ve heard that they’ve said. I don’t believe that I”m a maniac, a killer, but when I feel someone die, well, its quite the thriller. The songs of the day freeze into the night when the chiller comes out to pick out a fight it ain’t right and I know that this vow is a plight but its quite nice, lookin through eyes that turn shit into ice.

I don’t know what else to say, so here.

I flirt with suicide, sometimes kill the pain.