| Something inside my head Makes love to my contempt My empathy is dead No remorse to repent The world is what I dread Survive just to attempt Rules broken to be read A characterless dent Ruthless paths that I've tread Taught silence to exempt My love wasn't needed To become violent Blood on my hands instead The lust of what I tempt Lifeless brevity has led Humor in my intent Laughing at skin I'd shred All my hopes to preempt The tragedy I pled A joke not worth a cent Bleached the face I'd painted My scars are nicely kempt Heart brutally tainted Funny without consent |