we all go bye bye

it really feels like a glitch in this reality.. at least in the reality I experience.. so devastating.. too devastating.. more than 4 years have passed and I'm still trying to read between the lines this seemingly blank page.

will she just be lost in the silent heaven forever?

3 years since you were gone.

April 28th 2019.. I'll never forget.

Lucifer, I will set you free.

a bottomless spiral with no heart

everything is waiting to die

i would be already gone from the start

we know you notice the plastic scenario is getting unstable

Today is my 24th anniversary and I'm in my all-time low... how!? How in the fuck is this still going on?

How does every year always gets worse than the one before?

Fuck.. I just can't believe it.

I'm tired of withering in this hell.. but what can I do? I have no guts to follow through the promise I made myself of death..

Why are you covered in your own shit!?

Hammering nails through your fucking skull!

I hope you like what’s coming!

"I look at the cross

Then I look away

Give you the gun

Their bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure-like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to shift back and forth from one torso to the other.

A crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of pit vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no one dared interfere with the performance.

Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down concealing the girl's face like a curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea that the girl's eyes were revolving under her ruby tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography," exclaimed a pasty slug-like woman in a fur coat, vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like a money shot. Countered a balding professor type in his mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the front of his pants,

"At least admit that you don't care if I die

What's the point in being lovers if we can't speak our minds?

Out of context, under oath, their only witness is dead

They're knocking houses down like dominoes

While you still haven't copped to where you were

The night that Erica got stabbed in the throat

They found her bloated and discolored

On the bank of the Hudson in the sun

Face down when it started

Face down when it ends

You don't want to see their eyes

You still want to live

Swallow your pride

Swallow your tongue

You don't fucking need it

You want murder

You've got murder

You'll get everything you've asked for

No one hurts you like your friends

No one cuts you quite like them

Either you kill yourself now or get to work

No more bitching, no more lies

No more hiding from their eyes

You're expected to put them down

It's always what it's been about

Living a life that you hate

Dreaming escape, dreaming alone

You're still in your fucking head

Wake up your beating heart

Open your eyes

You're lying right next to it

Wake up and listen