1 May 2012
Addicted, A parasite a wound inflicted, My stability compromised, Chronically vindictive.
Relationships are burning like the corpse, Of every dead weight and dead gate that I've tried to close, I'm fucking sick of it, The feeling finds another direction, Ignoring the voices as I feed the infection.
It's my game now, Taking advice from a chess piece, The psychological demands are turning me into fresh meat.
But I wouldn't change, I could never change, The stage of my ways and the war that I wage, In my own head.
Just grow the fuck up.
Brain Clicks • Opuss № I