Unclean Love

another step towards the line of insanity one more bullet until i touch fatality truth is not good for the breathing nor the emotionaly alive suffering from the day you arrive honesty was never good for anything honestly neither was my memory or anything else you ever gave to me so father, you touch your own daughter the birth of the slaughter why didn't you leave her could you just have forgot her because her mind so stained by every line you crossed some how you managed to still get off my mind is so changed by your bodys direction it's your own daughter how dare you get an errection? and forget the affection was there really no other way for now i am but a toy that has been shamed and unclaimed by my own mother how dare you why would you how could you touch her,