“Let me hear more of your dulcet whimpers.”
It’s your fault you know… How you fall trap to the decadence of bittersweet gratification and torture.
To helplessly drown in sorrows… It was oh, so wrong, but the repeating lines bear no relevance to the future.
“Stop the voices! Stop the noises!”
It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it? Nauseating criticisms, frustrating expectations, disturbing contemplation
So maybe the only way is to carve out the agony and let the gore flow, painting, staining decisions
“It’s painful to watch… This burden…”
It’s how you cope, huh? I had suspicions but I tried to deny so I won’t pry. But it came down to this.
I’m sorry but I don’t even know if you want my pity. So, here I’ll stay, don’t die on me, please.
“Pitiful… Pathetic… Little child. You’re conflicted and confused.”
Your heart constricting, twisting, disgusting filled with pretenses of love, trying to be normal, hah!
Not knowing what to do, stuck at crossroads, where will you head? Always trying to please, don’t make me laugh.
“In the end, whatever you do, it will always destroy you.”