Killerjam13

   My heart is racing. It hurts, I can feeling it banging on my chest like an animal in a cage. My veins feel like fire brushing up against my skin and lingering paleness spreading evenly along my lips. My mind is rushing, acting as if I was running. I feel bruised all over. I wanted to close my eyes and sleep, but I wouldn't let myself do that. If I did I know they would never open again. My throat is so dry, it feels like sand paper is scratching at my vocal cords. I can't speak. It hurts so much. It burns. Am I dying? I couldn't tell if I was shaking. The talking around me just sounded like echoes in the dark. I could barely see. The edges

Well when you go, don't even think I'll make you try to stay. And maybe when you get back I'll be off to find another way. When after all this time that you still owe, you're still a good for nothing I don't know. So take your gloves and get out. Better get out while you can. When you go, would you even turn to say? I don't love you like I did yesterday. Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading. So sick and tired of all the needless beating. So, baby when they knock you down and out, it's where you oughtta stay. when after all this blood that you still owe, another dollar is just another blow. So fix your eyes and get up. Better get up while you

Death... Death... Death...? Is that all we live for? Live for death, die for life. We are monsters, we are whores. We love to watch strife... Why is the world so bitter? The free ones abuse their freedom and bravery. They all think that the world is full of lollipops and glitter. Can they not understand that they're just fools in slavery? No matter where you are, America or Yemen... Mexico or China. Brazil or Korea. We are the monsters we call men