VampRie

I'm crawling back to life,

but your ghost still cuts deep,

like knives in my lungs,

suffocating me.

Living without you is better than with you,

I regret you,

and I'll regret you till eternity's last breath.

As long as those knives don't kill me,

I'll keep regretting you.

Karma,

does it even exist?

Or was I the problem all along?

All those times you humiliated me,

did karma just turn a blind eye?

One day, I am gonna grow wings

A chemical reaction

Hysterical and useless

Hysterical and

Let down and hanging around

Crushed like a bug in the ground

Let down and hanging around