— ˀ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤethel cain — perverts ask prompts.
no one you know is a good person.
it is no good bearing false witness.
maybe it's not meant to be explained.
it has always been this way.
it's happening to everybody.
i am sure that hell must be cold.
only god would believe that i was an angel.
send down your cordage of suffocation and let me in.
what you do is nothing to me.
i like that sound you make.
i was an angel, though plummeting.
heaven has forsaken the masturbator.
he was a natural plauché.
it is such a precious thing to be loved.
take me, i ain't gonna scream.
i'll claw my way back to the great dark and we will not speak of this place again.
until then, i guess i'll just lie here and wait.
do you think you know how to give up?
fast, reckless driving often leads to slow, sad music.
when you were young, you said you wished that someone loved you.
i am what i am and i am nothing.
i can tell you right now, it's beautiful.
if you want, you can bite me.
i still kick rocks when the walking is good.
whatever's wrong with me i will take to bed.
i take the long way home.
this agony, such is the consequence of audience.
you won't lose me to thunder or lightning, but you could to crowded rooms.
i am what i am but we are not the same.
it took something from me, something i can't quite explain.
do you think you understand what it means to be loved?
such a wondrous and painful thing to be loved.
it's not meant to be marked down in words or scrawled out on a piece of paper.
here i am empty.is it not fun to feel many other ways?
let me tell you how much i've come to hate you since i began to live.
are these laurels to be proud of?
in the morning i will mar myself again.
it is no good speaking of fairness.
i've tried so hard to explain in words what it meant to me.
i want to know what god knows, and i will be with him.
i want to know what it feels like.
i will dislocate my jaw to fit it all in.
i always wondered if it would come back.
the devil i know is the devil i want.
