From me to you, and you to me.

Sat, 09/07/2013 - 03:52 -- Prosody

I would gouge my eye's out of my head,

and stab the shit out of my ears,

walk amongst the dead,

through a fiery trench till my feet sear,

kingdom of agony, I can shed no tears,

a barren wasteland, wrought with fear,

I can't believe the bullshit I am reading here,

vile and condescending your silence,

an ego vague but o'so blatant,

you disregard your own ignorance,

... and deserve no less,

than a brutal, and ever so sincerely,

excruciating and be-devilish death.

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