I thought they were different
They were not.
All humans are the same
Lowly, bloodthirsty creatures
That crave to see your sorrow,
Your hollow soul a dance floor
Humans make me sick
Of course, I'm not a saint either
Since I too, am a human
I despise myself for that
For these thoughts
And for my unacceptable actions.
As a sinner all the way
I'm prepared to embark on the train
Towards hell i'm assuming,
Ill intent, bad karma, wicked spirits
They're my lovely family
I embrace evil as it is
'Cause I've got no one else to please
As a criminal myself,
Lowly, bloodthirsty creature I am
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A World Unseen
PoetryHmmm I see you've managed to enter my subconscious mind. I welcome you with open arms, but I'm not sure whether you'll like it here. We've got: a shit ton of mental disorders, angst, passive aggressiveness, victim mentality, despair as well as a tin...
