Lords Prayer, by Ama Subscribe to rss feed for Ama

You look at me with empty eyes,
Cut by my sharp tongue.
Deprived of feeling and life,
Tormented by people's thoughts.

Perpetual rebellion sticks in my brain,
Taunted by overachieving and arrogant arseholes.
I think grotesque thoughts of revenge,
Vitriol to spit at them,
I wish on them botulism,
They deserve it.

I would end my so-called life,
Everyday.
But my pleasure from your misery,
Your ultimate failure and paranoia,
Is what I desire,
And what keeps me going.

Corrupt promises driven into my heart,
Depressed, demoralised, depraved.
I detest humanity,
I despise my life,
Curse your past, present and future happiness.

PINKY WILL TRIUMPH!!!
Posted: 2005-01-27 22:37:33 UTC

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