Its been on of those weeks. One of those weeks when you feel you body caving in and turning in on itself. The spoken word holds no meaning to me anymore. Its all just a bunch of filth spit out over greedy tongues. What has become of people? A hoard of putrid, lying, bags of flesh. My stomache turns and i exhale a black cloud of hate. Ears bleed, pierced by your empty words. I shall hear no more. I want not of your love anymore, nor your hate, nor your fear. I'm sick of bleeding for you. Sick of spreading myself thin so that you might feel one moment of peace. Fuck you! Where is my peace???? I am but a whore to your emotions. Lathered up over all your sores. This dagger, wrenched so deeply in my heart, push the hilt, free my soul, give me peace.
