Torn

promise yourself that

I want to rip off your head and fuck the wound

I admit, I am the last

people make noises when they're sick, nothing to do
how does it feel to be in another dream

look in my eyes there is no need

nothing

come on ...

hate is not enough to describe me, somewhere between screams and tears

I am not made to be here

Remove your hands, I'm gone, it's so depressing
all I have is dead, so I'll bring you

DONT KILL ME, hahahah

I'm not
I am not made to be here

I'm not
away