Destruction of Self
I want to harm myself,
I want to crash and burn and fire up like a woodland fire.
I want to be destruction,
leave terror in my wake.
I know that I can stand and say
GET THE "F" AWAY!
I scream and bleed and still no one sees.
That I'm enjoying every moment that you,
pull my hair, cut my skin, whip my flesh, make me sin.
Stomp me to the ground, below the dirt into hell.
Then when I feel like I will tear pull me harder by the hair.
I know what I'm doing.
Not that I want your help.
I know that I enjoy the suffering that comes about.
Scream me a love song,
because this is purely physical.
No I dont want your love.
Let me die tonight, by your hand.
Come on I cant stand.
Shove a red hot poker into my skin,
hear me sizzle, feel me wiggle.
Kill me tonight,
nothing for tomorrow.
A million viruses could overtake me,
and I'd still be dead by the morrow.
So why not have a little fun while I'm still in your grasp?
Come on!!! I enjoy the way you drag a knife across my skin.
Come on!!! LETS SIN SIN SIN!
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