Me

You're like an itchy anus,and your face is heinous.You f*****g ignoramus,I think you might be brainless.I'm here to make your failures famous and I promise that it won't be painless.. You drain the life out of me like an infectious disease.You're a pain in the ass that weed and whiskey can only hope to relieve. Splendid agony.The sweet release of pain that explodes from somewhere deep inside of me, like I'm a mother f*****g T.M.N.T. on P.C.P.I express intense regret for the time I spent as our great government's grotesque pet. I'm this generation's degenerate, and there's no f*****g forgetting it. God's not forgiving it.There's skeletons in my closet, and there's bodies in the barrels just lift up the lids. Men, women, and kids. I slit my wrists when it hits the skids. Knives and guns and rope, loss of hope. If hate could be identified I'd like to first hit rewind and remind you of the time I sewed up a guy in wet raw hide left it in the sun and listened as bones were crushed into dust when the Raw hide dried. Self-inflicted pain leaves tracks without trains when hope and happiness injected in veins.By: Dominick Green