Ego Death
She need a written note I need some fucking pens Lost in this book Where the love starts and the fucking ends Or the fights start and the love/hate really never mends Where lust and lashings are the only sign she ever sends She wants a video I want a recorded death Flaunting pity or im guilty Distorted rest Now I resort to death Maybe my fucking ego If my spirit flies over my rotted flesh Would the eye stay still in the storm of my breast A shattered soul lay about And my skull is the nest They say bones are hard Well cements a good test














