i'll rely on me, and still you will be fine

Fucking filth-thirsty words splattered on a page in dripping ink. There's still blood, in your hair... and there will just be words, scattered all over the fucking place. When the crawling fear envelops your mind, takes control of your skin, crawling crawling spider's legs scratching their way across, always across, and over and under and back again. Forgive the mess. Crazy thinking erratically sprawling across your brain, always across, and over and under and back again. And deep fucking misandry, oh you haven't seen the best of it yet, don't worry there's a fucking truck-load of it left for you yet. Fucking misogyny, just gleaming out, shining like a single sunbeam. And misanthropy, by the bucket. Just for good measure.

Can't ride this wave much longer, it never lasts as long as my mind wants it to. Torrents and torrents soon turn into an endangered trickle. Before it finally bites the dust. And lays dormant til next time. Always next time. But for now the music helps ride the next wave. Brings the loving care that comes with this insane creeping hate and anger. Fuck the world. Fuck it good and proper. Inside and out. Dry and fucking begging. Begging to stop. All over it like a rash. No release no repentance just repeating, repetitive creeping crawling hatred and pain and fucking anger. Fuck this fucking inane shit. Can't keep going.