Bygones

the essence of dissonance is pain poison in your veins drop your lamentation life is no vacation and you were promised nothing there is only fear “oh dear,” they say, “‘twas only a scratch!” but layers upon layers of scarcely-healed scratches are scars your obsession with possession has eaten your discretion you’re a slave to your own desires, a pathetic display of why inhibition is an honored institution you're nothing but an abandoned paramour a series of unfortunate coincidences human? hardly. take your love and shove it we’ll have none of that s**t