After slitting my throat, do you feel better?
Breaking my hands and feet, do you feel better?
We all know, nothing good appeases you.
Only when I’m low, you can stay high.
Murdering without any remorse, free from guilt in the bodies slaughtered.
Virtually.
Feeding off, jealousy.
Burning your insides swearing you’re not on fire.
Unconvinced, being consumed.
