October 31st, 2011by outcesticide
Without a mirror I still see your reflections
Deep inside my heart are dangerous infections
I drink my self made cyanide acid
While igneous rocks are being thrown at her
Does she know i am her?
Does he know he is him?
In this coffin I lay down to sleep
I invite you and your friends
I have seen myself without seeing her
I am her?
I am a figment of imagination.
All eyes have created precipitation.
Por favor,me odian
Please hate me.Please hate me.