I give love and attention freely to the people I think actually care and love me but I also expect it back is that wrong? I personally dont think so so why is that so hard for some people to return what i give to them
All my life I've been debating all the crows they sit there waiting wondering what I'm going to eat until I have it i cant sleep i finally see you on the floor your heart's not beating anymore and my lust for you just cannot wait your skin it tastes like chocolate staring blankly at the sun waiting for my time to come your happy life it makes me sick all the screaming sounds like music lucid are my pooling dreams someone tell me what they mean there's an iron smell of blood in the air and I can't find it anywhere blood makes me go fanatic the textures that i find in you are a thick viscus glue my senses have become so keen with all I touch and all I see theres an iron smell of blood in the air ans now i see it everywhere
Buried deep in this well of consciousness I can barely hear the rain everyone becomes anonymous all their faces seem the same do the faceless face fear
I'll endure this exile as the darkness of night falls around my soul and the hunter within lose control this demon inside of me is clutching it's power trying to break free I gotta let it out