There knuckles would be better on flesh than their words.
Breaking of my bones is a delight than the sorrow my heart can't
carry of judgements of someone they don't know.
A sword to my loins is better than casting down the spirit.
My countenance hangs low firm from the anguish.
I would smile being held under water by their hands as my life fades from exsistance.
As my eyes fade black and I pass my soul would take pleasure.
My sleep would come and so would peace......
Breaking of my bones is a delight than the sorrow my heart can't
carry of judgements of someone they don't know.
A sword to my loins is better than casting down the spirit.
My countenance hangs low firm from the anguish.
I would smile being held under water by their hands as my life fades from exsistance.
As my eyes fade black and I pass my soul would take pleasure.
My sleep would come and so would peace......
