I'm a walking holocaust
Hiroshima in my head
How can a small piece of flesh accomadate so much affliction?
Virulent predecessors ravage my veins
No matter how much blood trickles from these wounds
you won't go away,
Black box for a brain
If i crash, will it go away?
These penetrating negative thoughts..
Serrated claws on a blackboard
the images in my mind,
Grinding against the productive thoughts of my brain,
Smashing my skull with your antagonistic vibes,
Cultivating me with your screams..
Are you both satisfied?
The lives you have raped,
Can you sleep conscientiously?
Knowing what you have accomplished,
A saddlebag of expunged souls to concede to..