The Kill
what if i wanted to break
laugh it all off in your face
what would you do?
what if i fell to the floor
couldn't take all this anymore
what would you do?
i tried to be someone else
but nothing seemed to change
i know now, this is who i really am inside
falling from myself
falling for a chance
i know now, this is who i really am
kill
break me down
bury me, bury me
i am finished with you
look in my eyes
you're killing me, killing me
all I wanted was you
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
-6:18 PM
listening:
nine inch nails - the warning
and while we're at it, why not get a little burnt by the flames that seem to like thy fleisch so much? ahh yes, of course. the fires of hell. have you tasted them? have you felt the pain? have you felt the hurt? perhaps. perhaps not.
but what i do know is that sooner or later, you'll become one with the flames. and like the fires of hell, you consume everything in your path. you destroy everything you touch.
how do i know?
because i have already become one with the flames.
oh yes. definitely, sometimes i burn myself too. sometimes i scar myself. sometimes i bleed. (care for me to draw a picture for you with my blood?) i'd paint you a pretty picture, but the sad truth is that, well... this is no pretty picture. this is not a beautiful life. this is not a beautiful world. and our time is ticking away.
they always said, the truth hurts. and yes it does. sometimes you just become so sado-masochistic (s/m, in other words) that you enjoy hurting yourself, physically or emotionally. i personally prefer the physicalities of it all but emotional hurt is sometimes quite tempting too. my tool of choice? the knife. it certainly does feel good with the knife tearing through your skin, slowly drawing blood. oh yes. good.
proceed with caution, however.
and still our time ticks away.
perhaps i'm better off dead, perhaps not. what i do know, however, is that i need to get my fix again. it's been too long since the last draw of blood.
