'cause i'd rot in hell with you if you'd just ask me to i love the shitty things we do together live with me in this sin forever

you fight yourself every step of the way, angry, rotting from the inside out.

you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love.

let me say it plain: i loved someone and i failed at it. let me say it another way: i like to call myself a wound but i will answer to knife.

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look at this hell you've caused, and you'll blame yourself 'cause it's all your fault.

dead and gone and buried

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“She seems like such a nice girl.” Me in her son’s bed room:

baby, i'm a sociopath, sweet serial killer

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You can’t see me if you don’t recognize my violence.