TheEndOfJuice

Did you wish to speak to me? Did you wish to speak to me? Death beseeched and reaped of me, Took away the seed of my innocence, Blindly cast into the shadow, Where no form grows, not ground, nor air, nor friendship, This tale is of a maniac, Sorrow that sinks deep, then releases, Into a chaotic swoon of emptiness, They would call him, a bastard. ------------------------------------------------------------ Hunt,hunt,hunt,hunt, Wanting to gnaw on your bones you sick cunt, I hunt, hunt, hunt,hunt, Never was breathing and never I spoke, These riddles I'm thinking, as you gag and you choke, You left me alone, yes you left me alone