releaseThe only satisfaction you know is the lust that you hold within your massive corrupted mind.release by ~sexborn-poison
It punctures your wound of non-loving, so you describe it as you not reiceiving.
Well, have you ever thought its not prescribed initially for something so effortlessly pounding, beating, breathing, missing?
Kay, let's decorate time with sound. We'll flourish it with embellishments of
loud music and things that we could inhale and let things rush with just one puff,
have our fun and have our last laughs
then pull the trigger to a semi-automatic chamber that releases a fuel engine the size of your palm tainted brain
it will fill the void and release all of this nonsense idiotic pain.
Its like you're always running, and running in circles again
you could never break the pattern, the endless ridiculing chain.
So you long and wish for something to break through your narcotic mind.
Release is a form of freedom but where this is heading is nowhere but a simple crime.
apple sauce. pt.2Minutes strike upon that hour glass and clutches your every breath.apple sauce. pt.2 by ~sexborn-poison
Don't you just wish you could take back all those schemes that you have missed?
There's nothing here but a few lines of written ink on pale sheets of print.
Ok, so i've said that being weak, lonley, and sad is effortless.
Well i'll take that back. Its just pure depressing.
I've thought about what you all said, and i'll commit.
I'll change my ways and look at life in a whole new light,
but if i fail i hope you're there to catch me with all your might.
If not, i'll have to chew on anti-depressents
and listen to the minutes ticking and reminice.
Continue to waste fuel on time that surpresses the mind
and check repeated signs until i'm blind.
Apple Sauceblood trails are the only evidence of our breathing,Apple Sauce by ~sexborn-poison
emotions run fluidly is the only evidence of us being human
and reading on depressent magazines that spit out lines like,"it's ok to be alone"
tremours the moments of my breaths as i take to look at my life as an empty bowl.
looking at lame t-shirts on couples like,"i'm with stupid"
triggers my mind to find all the little loopholes.
missing money, craving money is the worst feeling when you're hungry.
they say to always look at all the good things in life
well let me ask you, where did they find a shovel shitty enough to dig up that pitiful line?
fuck courageous, sponatenous, and fucking timeless
being weak, lonley, and sad is effortless.