Dissapointments with the World and Yourselves

Never retreat to the depths for desire
Never forward to the temps for lustier
Cause never for we would see
the light torched inwards
gazed with cruel the unintended.

At the sight of your demise
I know what I must do
Choke
Die choking on your every word
Swallow every blasphemy
Eat out your heart and make it bleed
Tie the noose around my neck
Make this life end

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