It's getting worse, isn't it? The surges of anger. The loss of control. You know, I used to get angry. As a kid, I would even break my own toys in little fits of rage. And then I asked myself, "Why break your own toys when you can break someone else's?"
It's Only Spaceship Pixels :>
She spreads herself wide open to let the insects in She leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within
Devils speak of the way in which she'll manifest Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress I need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness And I now know the depths I reach are limitless
Oh my beautiful liar Oh my precious whore My disease, my infection I am so impure