Anonymous

Artists : Epidemic Effect : Anonymous

i have this terrific need to make use of my switchblade...
drag its edge along the dotted line that i have purposely applied to my skin...
watch the blood pour out of me...
feel that it is, finally, free...
momentarily bringing me peace...

You have this terrific need to make use of my substandard psyche...
drag your index finger along each crack and crevice that is absolutely necessary...
but it would be forever, to feel underneath...the layers of filth, delusions, and passivity...
i can't remember what that means to me...i don't care, anyway...

With tired, futile attempts, I sow
the seeds of love, despair, and spell.
The instant that load was removed before
A dream, in depth, your death, abhored.
but still with foolish attempts, I sow
the seeds of love and despair. To full
to hunger or thirst anymore.
The hardest part is letting go.
let go.

Sadly, multitudes of Amerikan citizens desperately seek pain and suffering.
These people long to be the fucking victim.
It is unknown whether this act is performed out of love, hatred, or boredom,
because, In Amerika, these motives are no different.