Thursday, March 22, 2012


Cause of Death: Violence, Blaze of Glory, Immolation?


I've had it. You're like a bad dream that I can't escape. You're like that neverending hangover that just won't go away, no matter how much aspirin I take or heroin I do at once. You're the leech on my back reminding me how fucked up everything is, and the vampire that's been sucking the soul right out of my ass. So now, this is it. I'm doing myself in. Letting the demon out. Ready for the big bang, baby. Yup, because I'm a walking corpse now. I have to be out of my mind to think this was the only way out, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Here's to all the pain and suffering, and to all the whores, scoundrels, users, and abusers. Goodbye, cruel world of despair. Enjoy fucking yourself without me. I will no longer be your big black dildo.

Fuck you

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