Decaying CarcassIt's sickening.They flock to you like pigs to the slaughter like flies to a decaying carcass.That's what you are, you know.The scent of death is thick in the air around you. Everything I ever thought about you is crumbling and rotting away, flesh melting from bone, tendons sagging listlessly.Which is the lie? Is it the thoughts they feed to me, the venom dripping from whispered words, disgust for your behavior and disdain for your existence?Or is
HurtAll for nothing.Blood, sweat, tears tears tears tearsuselesstossed awaydown the drainwasted. I told you then that it was okay, Repeating it like a mantra, like it was the only thing holding me together. You told me that it wasn't okay.