Rotten flesh that was left behind my deluded soul. Open wounds and neverending grief courtesy of mental paranormal activities. Unscattered exposed brain presented to the world in the most mesmerising way.
Don’t laugh at me.
Leave me alone.
You don’t understand me.
Don’t change me.
You’ve failed to do it mother.
Rage. Sadness. Anger. Why can’t you understand me? Perhaps you are trapped in your own world while feeding of others like a fucking parasite. Compensating me for your self-appaling ignorance materialisticly won’t console your guilty conscience.
Don’t laught at me.
Don’t ignore me.
Leave me alone.
Let me breath.
You don’t understand me.
Don’t change me.
You’ve failed to do it mother.
Surrounded by demonic potency of the Inner-Self I reach the Garden of Eden. I skipped the Purgatory.
Surprised?
Such an incessant matter of you being constantly unlucky and dissapointed in your own existence. I acquired freedom from my sins.
Don’t laugh at me.
Don’t ignore me.
Leave me alone.
Let me breath.
You don’t understand me.
You’ve failed to do it mother.
I won’t return your love because you were frozen when I needed you the most.
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