it’s tiny, it’s tiny, your mind, it’s tiny, it’s tiny. lonely because of your genius, how cool… how cool…

perverted loneliness defined / i’m not obsessed, far worse, i’m fine.

uppercut bleeding through the soffit nose.

wrapped up as a gift of god, exploding in your face.

pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight!

if you make a promise, you keep it, if you make a mistake, you apologize… and if you give somebody a dream, you defend it to the end. that is what family is all about, isn’t it?

do you remember the knife i kept? the sharper it got, the more you wanted me to use it.

i’ll show you what you look like from the inside.

i don’t need faith, i need out.

ten years of bleeding out.

i see the gods avert their gaze from me.

it’s better when you’re with me, but that’s better left unsaid / it’s better when i’m empty, but i still let you in.

despite the weight on my shoulders, i continue to climb / in my final hour, towards a higher power to find i’m damaged by design.

i should burn.

i lean like a bad house. i never stop bleeding.

you’re cold inside. you wanna hold me down.

i just wanted love, but you wanted gore.

i said, “at least my rage is red, it’s the closest to love that you’ll ever get.”

this isn’t rage, it’s too specific.

the strike, the pause, the message from God.