The hurting of the pain inside dies.
And the ugliness floats to the surface.
What did I ever do to deserve this.
The ugliness becomes contagious.
Everything i touch turns to dust.
And eturnal damnation blows it away.
Nothing i can do and nothing i can say.
Can make the pain cease and decist.
Because it can only precist.
It worsens and the world is dust.
Noone can help me decist you must.
End it now, End it now
Turn your self from temptation.
Dont follow, Dont follow.
Deal with it you must. |